AWITING

BAYAN
 Ang awiting bayan ay tradisyonal na

awit na nagpapahayag ng opinyon,

damdamin, at karanasan ng mga Pilipino.

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 Ili-Ili Bahay kubo

Ili-ili, tulog anay, Bahay kubo, kahit munti

Wala diri imong Nanay, Ang halaman doon ay sari-sari

Kadto tienda bakal papay, Singkamas at talong

Ili-ili, tulog anay. Sigarilyas at mani

Sitaw, bataw, Patani

Doon Po Sa Amin Kundol, patola, upo't kalabasa

Doon po sa amin Labanos, mustasa

Bayan ng San Roque, Sibuyas, kamatis

May nagkatuwaang Bawang at luya

Apat na pulubi Sa paligid nito puno ng linga.

Sumayaw ang pilay, Si Filemon

Kumanta ang pipi, Si Filemon, Si Filemon

Nanood ang bulag, Namasol sa karagatan

Nakinig ang bingi. Nakadakop, Nakadakop,

Sang isda nga tambasakan,

Guinbaligya, guinbaligya

Sa tindahan nga guba

Ang iya nakuha, ang iya nakuha

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 Tinikling Ang Dutay nga Damang

Tayo irog ko magsayaw ng tinikling Ang Dutay nga damang

Tulad ng sayaw ng lolo’t lola natin nag saka sa sa-nga

Ang mga padyak kung di pagbubutihin umabut and u-lan

Dalawang kawayan tayo’y iipitin. na anod siya

nag gu-wa and aglaw

At sa tinikling na labis na panganib nag mala and duta

Ang hindi maingat ay maiipit and dutay nga damang

Nguni’t mahal ko ganyan din sa pagibig nag saka sa sa-nga

Ang hindi tapat ay maiipit.

Leron-leron Sinta

Leron, leron, sinta

Buko ng papaya

Dala dala’y buslo

Sisdlan ng sinta;

Pagdating sa dulo’y

Nabali ang sanga

Kapos kapalaran

Humanap ng iba.

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 Matud Nila Sampaguita

Matud nila ako dili angay

Sampaguita mutyang halaman
Nga magmanggad sa imong gugma
Bulaklak na ubod ng yaman
Matud nila ikaw dili malipay
Ikaw lang ang siyang hinirang
Kay wa ako’y bahandi

Nga kanimo igasa Na sagisag nitong bayan.

At ang kulay mong binusilak

Gugmang putli mao da’y pasalig

Ay diwa ng aming pangarap
Mao’y bahanding labaw sa bulawan
Ang iyong bango’t halimuyak
Matud nila kaanugon lamang

Sa imong gugma ug parayeg

Sa tuwina ay aming nilalanghap.

Matud nila ako dili angay

O bulaklak na nagbibigay ligaya
Dili malubad kining pagbati
Aking paraluman mutyang Sampaguita
Bisan unsa nga katarungan

Larawang mistula ng mga dalaga

Kay unsa pa’y bili ning kinabuhi

Kon sa gugma mo hinikawan Tanging ikaw lamng

Ang hiraman ng kanilang ganda.

Ingna ko nga dili ka matuo
Ang ‘yong talulot na kay ganda
Sa manga pagtamay kong na angkon
Mga bubuyog nililigiran ka
Ingna ko nga dili mo kawangon

Damgo kog pasalig sa gugma mo Kung sa dalagang sinisinta

Damgo kog pasalig sa gugma ko. Araw gabi’y laging sinasamba.

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 Magtanim ay Di Biro

Magtanim ay di biro (Bisig ko’y namamanhid

Maghapong nakayuko Baywang ko’y nangangawit.

Di man lang makaupo Binti ko’y namimintig

Di man lang makatayo Sa pagkababad sa tubig.)

Braso ko’y namamanhid Kay-pagkasawing-palad

Baywang ko’y nangangawit. Ng inianak sa hirap,

Binti ko’y namimitig Ang bisig kung di iunat,

Sa pagkababad sa tubig. Di kumita ng pilak.

Sa umaga, paggising

Ang lahat, iisipin

Kung saan may patanim

May masarap na pagkain.

Halina, halina, mga kaliyag,

Tayo’y magsipag-unat-unat.

Magpanibago tayo ng lakas

Para sa araw ng bukas

(Bisig ko’y namamanhid

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BUGTONG
 Isang uri ng palaisipan o pahulaan na may

nakatagong kahulugan

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1. Kung kalian mo pinatay, saka pa humaba ang buhay?

Sagot: kandila

2. Nang sumipot sa maliwanag, kulubot na ang balat?

Sagot: ampalaya

3. Baboy ko sap ulo, ang balahibo’y pako?

Sagot: langka

4. Naabot na ng kamay, ipinagawa pa sa tulay?

Sagot: kubyertos

5. Tinaga ko ang puno, sad ulo nagdurugo?

Sagot: gumamela

6. Munting hayop sa pangaha, aaligid-aligid sa nigas?

Sagot: gamu-gamo

7. Dumaan ang hari, nagkagatan ang mga pari?

Sagot: siper

8. Ako ay may kaibigan, kasama ko kahit saan?

Sagot: anino

9. Sa araw ay bungbong, sa gabi ay dahon?

Sagot: banig

10. Isang butil ng palay, sakot ang buong bahay?

Sagot: ilaw

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 RIDDLES
 A riddle is a statement, question, or phrase

having a double or veiled meaning,

put forth as a puzzle to be solved.

1. Has a lot of eyes, but can’t, see?

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 Answer: A potato

2. It has many keys but can’t open a single lock?

Answer: Piano

3. It can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never

weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?

Answer: A river

4. It breaks yet never falls, and what falls yet never breaks?

Answer: Day and Night

5. What goes up but never comes down?

Answer: Age

6. It has a hand, but can’t clap?

Answer: A clock

7. You see me once in June, twice in November and not all in May. What am I?

Answer: E

8. I have lakes with no water, mountains with no stone and cities with no

building. What am I?

Answer: Map

9. The more you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?

Answer: Footsteps

10. If you drop me, I’m sure to crack, but give me smile and I’ll always smile back.

What am I?

Answer: Mirror

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 FABLES
 a short story, typically with

animals as characters,

conveying a moral.

THE ELEPHANT AND THE FRIENDS

A lone elephant wandered the forest looking for

friends.

She came across a monkey and asked, “Will you be

my

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 friend, monkey?” “You are too big and cannot swing
on

trees as I do. So, I cannot be your friend”, said the

monkey.

The elephant them came across a rabbit and asked him if she could be his
friend. “You are too big to fit inside my burrow. You cannot be my friend”, replied to
the rabbit.

Then the elephant met a frog and asked if she could be her friend. The frog
said “You are too big and heavy. You cannot jump like me. I am sorry, but you cannot
be my friend”.

The elephant asked a fox, and he got the same reply, that he was too big.

The next day, all the animals in the forest were running in fear. The elephant stopped
a bear and asked what was happening and was told that a tiger has been attacking
all the animals.

The elephant wanted to save the other weak animals and went to the tiger
and said “Please sir, leave my friends alone. Do not eat them”. The tiger didn’t listen
and asked the elephant to mind her own business. Seeing no other way to solve the
problem, the elephant kicked the tiger and scared it away.

She then went back to the others and told them what happened. On hearing how the
elephant saved their lives, the animals agreed in unison, “You are just the right size
to be our friend”.

The End…

Moral: Friends come in all shapes and sizes!

THE MONKEY AND THE CHICKEN

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 It was a dark cold winter night in the big dangerous

city. A cheeky monkey was shivering as he was

walking down a dark street. It was so dark that he

could not see where he was walking. As he was walking, he tripped over a creepy fat

cat.

“Ah!” the monkey yelled as he fell and hit the bottom. Splash!

“Yuck! I’m covered in stinky litter and goo!” the monkey has fallen into a deep dark

stinky sewer. He was trapped and terrified because he could not get out.

A little while later a foolish chicken walked by and saw the monkey down on the

sewer. “Hey monkey! What are do doing down there?” asked the chicken. “Hi

chicken! Came down here so we can play ang have a nice swim!” said the monkey. “I

don’t know, what is that awful smell?” asked the chicken. The monkey replied,” it is

so nice down here, the water is warm and clean. It is only stinky up there.”

So, the silly chicken decided to jump down the deep dark stinky sewer. As soon as

he did, the monkey quickly jumped onto the chickens back and climbed out of the

sewer leaving the brainless chicken behind. The chicken yelled up to the monkey,

“Help me!”. The monkey just laughed and ran away leaving the chicken in the cold

dark stinky sewer.

The end.

The Moral Lesson of the story: Always look before you leap!

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 THE TORTOISE AND THE DUCKS

Once upon a time, there was a tortoise who saw

how happily birds could fly around wherever they
wanted. He saw how quickly rabbits hopped about
here and there and how all the other animals could
run as fast and as far as they liked. The tortoise
felt very sad, as he wanted to see as much of the world as all the other animals. But
he was stuck, with his house on his back and his little legs that couldn’t carry him
along very fast or far.

One day as he was walking slowly along by a pond, he met two ducks and told
them how sorry he was that he couldn’t go very far or see as much of the world as
they could. "We can help you!" quacked one of the ducks, "grab hold of this stick
with your teeth and we will get either end and fly up so high that you will be able to
see the whole countryside from above. But don’t say anything to anybody or you
might be sorry."

The tortoise was excited. He grabbed the stick firmly with his teeth and the
two ducks flew up into the sky with the tortoise hanging on from the stick. The
tortoise looked down at the countryside below and started to think that he was
rather special.

Just then a crow flew nearby. He was amazed to see such a thing as a flying
tortoise and said, "Good gracious me, are you the King of Tortoises?" The tortoise
was thrilled and replied, "Yes indeed, I am…." Oooops! As he opened his mouth to
say this, he lost hold of the stick. He fell and fell and fell through the air and finally
landed with a huge splash right in the middle of the pond.

The End…

The moral of that story: Is that foolish curiosity and being big-headed can
often lead to misfortune.

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 THE FOX AND THE STORK

A long, long time ago there was a fox who wasn’t

really very kind. You see, there was a stork who lived
nearby, and the fox was always laughing at him for the
way he looked. One day the fox thought up a plan to
make the stork feel very bad about himself.

"Please, friend stork, come and have your dinner with

me today.” He smiled to himself thinking about the trick he was going to play on the
poor old stork. The stork was a bit surprised but very happy to accept the invitation
and he arrived at the fox’s house right on time and ready to eat, as he was really
hungry.

The fox bustled about, and he served up some soup. But the soup was in a
very shallow dish. He tried as hard as he could, but all the storks could do was dip
the tip of his long bill into it. He couldn’t get even the littlest drop of the soup. A fox
and stork sat at a dining table eating from plates. Of course, the fox lapped up his
soup very easily and kept saying how delicious it was, which made the stork a bit
upset. The poor, hungry stork had a very nice nature, and he wasn’t a creature to
lose his temper very easily.

So, he thanked the fox very kindly for his invitation and asked if he could invite
the fox for dinner in return. The fox arrived bang on time and sat waiting while the
stork bustled about getting the meal ready. He brought out a delicious-smelling
dinner of fish and the fox licked his lips. But the stork had served the fish in a long,
tall jar that had a very narrow neck. The fox has a glass with a fish in front of him.
The stork easily dipped his long bill into the jar and enjoyed the delicious fish. All the
fox could do was gaze at the jar and sniff at the meal. He really lost his temper at
this, but the stork stood up and told him.

The End.

The moral of this story, which is: Tricking people is unkind. And you should
always treat other people the way you’d like them to treat you.

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 THE OWL AND THE GRASSHOPPER

Once upon a time there was a certain owl who had

got very bad-tempered in her old age. She really
didn’t like it one bit if any noises disturbed her daily
sleeps. One sunny afternoon, she was having a lovely
sleep in her roost, inside a hollow tree, when
something woke her up. It was a happy grasshopper
song, which sounds a bit like chirping. But to her it sounded awful. She popped her
head out of the hole in the tree and immediately saw the grasshopper who was
making all the noise. "Go away at once," she ordered the grasshopper, "please have
some manners and let an old owl sleep in peace!"

An orange owl pokes out of a tree trunk. A green grasshopper sits on the tree
branch. The grasshopper stopped his chirping for a moment and said that he had
every right to chirp where he liked, after all, that’s what grasshoppers do. So, he
started chirping again, only this time, even more loudly than before. The old owl
knew that it was probably not a good idea to get into an argument with the
grasshopper. It was daytime, after all and she couldn’t see him that well as owls’
eyes work best at night. Then she suddenly had an idea. "Well, lovely cricket," she
said, in a kind voice, "I suppose I’m wide awake now and do you know, after a little
while your chirping is starting to sound quite beautiful to me. So, I shall perch here
and enjoy your lovely singing. Oh, I’ve just remembered that here in my hollow tree
I’ve got some delicious nectar.

I believe it will make you sing even more beautifully than any grasshopper who
has ever lived. Why don’t you just pop up here and have a little taste?" Oh dear, the
foolish grasshopper believed every word and he was very flattered to think his
singing might be more beautiful than any other grasshopper. So, with a couple of
hops, he was right next to the old owl. Now, of course, she could see him very clearly
and with one quick movement she gobbled him up. The owl sits on the branch with
the grasshopper’s leg sticking out of its mouth. The End…

The moral of the story is: that you shouldn’t always believe flattery as
there may be a hidden reason for it.

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 THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE

One fine day a hare was being a bit unkind and made

fun of his friend the tortoise for being such a

slowcoach.

The hare laughed and laughed and said, "How do you

ever actually get anywhere?"

"Hmmm," replied the tortoise, "Oh, I get there all right and much sooner than you

might think. Why don’t we run a race, and you will find out?"

The hare thought this was highly amusing and giggled as he pictured himself

zipping along miles ahead of the slow old tortoise. “Okay, you’re on,” agreed the

hare. They got their friend the fox to act as the judge and he counted down,

“5,4,3,2,1 and off you go!” Very quickly, the hare raced ahead, and he was way off in

the distance as the tortoise crept slowly along on his little legs, carrying the heavy

shell on his back.

The hare knew the tortoise was a very long way back and would take ages to

catch up. So, he thought he would have a little sleep and that would make the

tortoise feel very silly for challenging him, a hare, to a race. Then he could spring up

and dash for the finish line.

Now, the tortoise just kept plodding slowly and steadily along and, as time went

on, he passed the spot where the hare lay fast asleep. The tortoise just kept going

until he was very close to the finish line. The hare suddenly woke up and ran as fast

as he could, but he was too late. The tortoise crossed the line and was declared the

winner.

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The end.

The moral of that story is: that it's not always the fastest who wins the

race.

THE THRISTY CROW

It was a hot summer afternoon. The crow was very

thirsty he flew here and there in search of water, but

he couldn’t find water anywhere. As he looked

around, all the lakes were dry. He could not see even

a drop of water. The crow decided to fly in another

direction. As he flew a mile, he saw a pot lying on the ground.

The crow happily flew down to the pot and peaked in with great hope, but

the water was at the bottom of the pot. The thirsty crow tried hard to out his beak

inside the pot but could not reach the water. The water in the pot was very low. He

tried to move the pot, but it was heavy. The crow began thinking of ways to get

water from the pot.

When he looked around, he saw a few stones lying on the ground suddenly he had

an idea.

He started picking up the stones in his beak, one by one and dropped them in the

pot. As the stones went down the pot, the water level started to rise. Now the crow

was able to drink water.

He drank the water happily and flew back to his tree.

The end.

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 MORAL LESSON: IF THERE’S A WAY THERE A WILL

THE DOG, THE ROOSTER, AND THE FOX

Once upon a time

there was a dog and a
rooster and, believe it or
not, they were the very
best of friends. They were
talking one day and
decided they would like to
see a bit more of the world. So, they thought that it would
be a great idea to leave the farmyard where they both
lived and head off down the road that led to the woods.
The two friends were so happy and excited as they set off
on their journey.

They had walked along all day and by the time the sun had set they were both
pretty tired. They decided it was time to get some sleep. The rooster spotted an old
hollow tree and he thought that would suit them both very well. He could fly up to a
branch to roost, while his friend the dog could curl up on the ground inside the
hollow. They both agreed that this was a wonderful arrangement and they both slept
the night through.

First thing in the morning, when the sun rose in the sky, the rooster woke up
suddenly and he was a bit confused. Now, it was the rooster’s job to crow loudly
every morning to remind people to wake up. But, for a moment, he forgot that he
wasn’t in the farmyard. So, he stood up where he had perched for the night, took a
big breath, and crowed as loudly as he could. But instead of waking up the farmer
and his family, he woke up a fox who had been sleeping in the woods nearby.

As soon as he heard the rooster, the fox thought, “Rooster for breakfast, yum,
yum.”

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Now, foxes can be crafty creatures and this one thought up a plan to get the rooster
down from his perch. He trotted over to the hollow tree and said in his politest voice,
"Welcome to our woods, sir. I am so very happy to see you here. Do you know, I think
that you and I could become the very best of friends.”

Now, his friend the dog had told the rooster about how crafty and sly foxes

could be. So, the rooster replied, "Dear fox, I’d be delighted to be your friend, how

kind of you.

Please just go around to the door of my house at the foot of this old hollow tree, and

my rooster servant will let you in. "The hungry fox couldn’t believe his luck – two

roosters for the price of one! So, he went around the tree just as he was told. But the

dog was waiting for him and instantly jumped-up growling and barking as loudly as

he could. This gave the fox the fright of his life and he ran off terrified back into the

woods.

THE END….

The moral of that story is: People who are nasty to others should not

expect to be treated nicely in return.

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 THE LEOPARD AND THE ZEBRA

One bright sunny day on the Serengeti plains a zebra was walking
under a tree to cool down. All the sudden the zebra heard a terrible noise
from the branches of the Baobab tree above him. He looked up and saw a
leopard! Feeling scared, the zebra didn’t know what to do. He seemed to be
frozen in place. But before he could move, the leopard said, “can you please
help me down/ I am stuck in this tree, and I am too afraid to get down. “Do
you promise you won’t eat me if I help you? Asked the zebra. “yes” said the
leopard. “Ok here’s the plan,” said the zebra. “You gently jump onto my back
and then I will kneel down, and you can walk off of my back”. “that’s the great
idea!” said the leopard. So, the zebra stood under the branch where the
leopard was. The leopard gently jumped down onto the zebra. Then, after
getting onto the ground, the leopard said “thank you so much! I promise that I
will repay you one day.”

The next evening when the sky was turning dark, and the moon was
raising in the sky the zebra was eating grass on the plain. He was so busy
eating that he didn’t notice the lion sneaking through the tall yellow grass.
Just then the leopard spotted the lion who was preparing to attack the zebra.
Remembering the kindness that the zebra showed him, the leopard quickly
and fiercely ran to chase the lion away. The lion saw the leopard coming and
quickly ran away in the opposite direction.

The zebra was joyful that he was saved from the fierce lion. “Thank you
so much! You save my life!” in response, the leopard said, “I told you that I

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 would repay your kindness one day.” From that day on the zebra and the
leopard were glad to be best friends. The end….
Moral lesson: repaying kindness and appreciating help of others.

THE TOWN MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY

MOUSE

Once upon a time a Town Mouse went off to the country to visit one of her
relatives. The Country Mouse was really thrilled to see her and at lunchtime she
served up what she usually had, which was wheat stalks, grass seeds, roots and
acorns, with a little drop of cold water to wash it all down. The Town Mouse didn’t eat
very much, and just nibbled a little bit of her food. She pulled a face as she didn’t like
the food at all but tried her best to be polite.

After the meal the two mice had a good old chat. Well, the Town Mouse talked
about what a wonderful life she had in the town while the Country Mouse just
listened. That night they went off to bed in a cozy nest in the hedge and had a
peaceful and snug sleep until early the next morning.

The Country Mouse had dreamt all about the lovely life that her relative had told
her about. When the Town Mouse asked the Country Mouse if she’d like to come back
to the town with her, her little eyes sparkled and she said, “Oh, yes please!”

After a long journey on their little mousy legs, they finally arrived at the big
house where the Town Mouse lived. They were both very hungry so when they went
into the grand dining room, they were delighted to find the leftovers of a feast on the
table. There were jellies, cakes and delicious-looking cheeses, the sorts of foods that
a country mouse can only dream about.

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 The Country Mouse picked up a lovely little bit of pastry in her paw and was
about to take a bite when suddenly she heard a cat mewing and scratching at the
door. The two little mice were very frightened and scampered off to a little hiding
place, where they waited for a long time, hardly daring to breathe.

The Town mouse peeped out and the cat had gone. But just as they were about

to get back to the lovely food the cook came bursting in to clear the table. And right

behind the cook was the House Dog. “Grrrrrrrrrr.”

The Country Mouse went straight to the Town Mouse's little den and quickly

packed her little bag. "Sorry, but I’ve got to go! I haven’t got a big house to live in or

all the delicious food you’ve got but I much prefer my simple, safe and peaceful

country life.” And with that, she scampered off. The End.

The moral of the story is: that it is sometimes better to live a safe and

peaceful life than a life of luxury that might end in disaster.

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LEGENDS
 is a narrative that is partly true and partly imaginary

about

a particular person, event, place or natural feature.

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 THE LEGEND OF THE PINEAPPLE

Once upon a time, there was a woman who lived with her daughter
Pina in a tiny hut in the village. They were poor, and the mother
worked day and night to make both ends meet. No matter how
hard she worked, though, she never got any help from her
daughter.

Pina was a lazy, spoiled kid who liked to play in the backyard all
day. Whenever her mother asked for help around the house or tried to send her on
an errand, she would always find an excuse by saying she can’t find the object that
was needed to complete that task. If her mother asked her to sweep the house, for
example, she would say she cannot find the broom, even if it was right there in front
of her. Needless to say, her mother always ended up doing the work herself.

One day, her mother became very ill. She called out to Pina, who as usual was
playing in the backyard.

“Pina! Pina! Come over here, my daughter. I am very sick. Can you cook some
porridge for me please? I am too weak to get up.”

Pina ignored her mother and continued to play.

“Pina, come over here this very instant, or else!” Pina’s mother mustered all her
strength just to say this, but it worked. Pina grudgingly stopped playing and went
inside the house. She poked her head inside her mother’s room.

“What do you want, mom? You really expect me to cook for you? That’s too hard,”
protested Pina, pouting and stomping her feet.

“Pina, it is very simple. Just put some rice in a pot and add water. Once the water
boils, let it simmer for a while. Stir it occasionally with a ladle. Everything you need
should be right there in the kitchen.”

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Pina reluctantly left and went to the kitchen. Her mother could hear her banging the
drawers and cabinets. Then her mother heard her open the back door and sneak out
into the backyard. Her mother waited and waited. Finally, she called out to Pina
again.

“Pina, did you cook like I told you to?”

“No,” was the defiant response.

“And why not?” was her mom’s exasperated response.

“Because I could not find the ladle,” was her flippant reply.

“Oh, you lazy child! You probably did not even bother to look for it! What am I going
to do with you? Here I am, sick, and I cannot even count on you!”

Her mother wept bitterly. In her anger, she shouted, “I wish you would grow a
thousand eyes all over your head! Then you can find what you’re looking for. Maybe
then you won’t have any more excuses.”

As soon as she said this, there was complete silence. Her mother thought, “She is
trying to be quiet so I will forget about asking her again.” She sighed.

She waited a little bit to see if Pina would come back. Realizing the wait was futile,
she wearily got up to do the cooking herself. When she looked out into the backyard,
Pina was nowhere to be found. She sighed again and said to herself, “That lazy kid
probably went to a friend’s house so she did not have to do any more errands for
me.”

Exhausted from the exertion, she soon went back to her room for a much-needed
rest. Weak as she was, she just tried to do everything by herself, having given up on
any help from Pina.

Hours passed by, and then days. Still no sign of her wayward daughter. With a heavy
heart, she thought that Pina had ran away for sure.

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When she finally recovered from her illness, the first thing she did was look for Pina.
No one had seen or heard from her. It was like she disappeared into thin air.

Months passed and still no sign of her. The mother felt bad for her angry outburst,
and she feared that she might probably never see her daughter again.

One day, she was sweeping the backyard where Pina used to play. For months now,
she had noticed this strange plant growing on the very spot where she last saw Pina.
By this time, the leaves of the plant had fully opened. Inside, she saw this strange
yellow fruit that resembled a child’s head with a thousand eyes. A thousand eyes…

She suddenly remembered the spiteful words she used that fateful day. With horror,
she realized that in the same way her mother’s love had spoiled her daughter, so did
her anger unwittingly curse her. Somehow, her daughter had been turned into this
plant.

To honor the memory of her beloved daughter, she named the fruit Pina. She took
such loving care of it like it was her own daughter. The fruit flourished so well that it
bore more and more fruits, and became popular among the village and the entire
country. Its name later evolved to pinya (Pineapple).

And that’s how the pineapple came to be, according to folklore, named after a
spoiled child who was cursed with a thousand eyes. The end

Moral lesson: You need to obey and respect to you parents.

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 THE LEGEND OF THE BITTER GOURD (AMPALAYA)

There was a girl named Laya. She was a family oriented, a

simple girl who was only wanting for good life where she could
finish her study and looked for a better job. She had six
siblings. They had many vegetables planted in their backyard
as a small business of her mother namely Maya. Her Father
was a carpenter. Their life was simple yet full of love. Manong Ampong, her father,
the best guy in Laya's heart, she could say no one can love her perfectly like her
father did. Even if they were poor but her father is responsible that he faced all the
challenges in life no matter what with a positive mind. Out of the business, they
never tend to forget giving time to each other like giving advices, bonding and go to
church every Sunday. Laya never tried to experience a relationship even though
there were guys whose flirting with her but she didn't care about It. One-night Laya
sat down at the bench outside, she had a deep thought like thinking what if he can't
find a guy liked her father. Mang Ampong caught Laya's attention and sat beside her
daughter and asked her "What happen Laya? Is something bothering's on you
because you are like talking at the clouds above with a serious conversation? Then
Laya explained her side. Her father laughed and told her no one can be me because I
am your father, I am different. Every person has its own uniqueness don't over think
Laya I know you'll find him at the right time live your dream to the fullest and enjoy
life.

Graduation Day! This is the most awaited moment of Laya's life. She graduated
Summa Cum Laude with a Degree of Bachelor of Science in Accountancy followed by
Paeng one of Laya's suitor of course Laya gave her inspirational message to her
colleagues confidently with a heart and after the graduation Paeng congratulated
Laya and asked for a picture taking. Paeng greeted Laya's parents and afterwards
invited him to eat lunch with them. So, he accepted that invitation Paeng opened up
a conversation about where do Laya plan to work and afterwards he offered Manila is
the place to be.

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But her mother was sad about what she had heard. Apong agreed on Paeng's offered
because he knew there's a lot of opportunity in Manila.

Laya decided to work in Manila although it is hard for her to separate with her family
but she grabs that opportunity for their own good. Months ago, Laya and Paeng
crossed their path so as Kababayan, they hang out sometimes. Without knowing,
Laya fell in love to Paeng. Days passed, he confronted Laya and asked her to be his
girlfriend but Laya refused it because he knew that Paeng is one of the playful guy
ways back to their place like almost all the girls cried because of him and were left
with a broken heart. Paeng had a bad image to their city because he flirted all girls
and after he got what he wanted, he left and let go. So instead of telling what Laya
felt for Paeng, she just kept it with herself and chose to move on. Years ago, Laya
had gone abroad, helped her family, sent her siblings to school and built their own
business. Laya became a successful woman even she was not lucky to have
relationship same as the girls, who was hurt by Paeng but she was thankful and
blessed for what she had right now she didn't hear anything from Paeng. Another
day has come Laya went home and her father was surprisingly amazed for what he
saw at their backyard a color green vegetable taste bitterly and Mang Apong realized
what happen to the girls who lived in their city were hurt bya guy who named Paeng
who also linked to her daughter Laya that's why he called it Ampalaya (Bitter Gourd)
as a memorable reason why bitter people exist and doesn't believe in Forever. The
end.

Moral lesson: envy and greed can lead to negative consequences, including
a loss of one’s own character and happiness.

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 THE LEGEND OF THE GUAVA

A long time ago, there's a king who ruled a rich, prosperous

island. He had all the things a king could ever ask for the power,
the wealth, and all the delicious foods one could only imagine.
The king's name was King Barabas.

King Barabas is a rude king and overweight, indulging himself to

all the foods available, hesitant to share. And his castle is
starting. to become filthy. He would spend most of his time
sitting and eating with his bare hands. As he eats, he drips food
on the floor and smile mockingly at the people around him,
especially his servants.

People in the kingdom would approach with requests for his help, but he would
always refuse. As he neglected his kingdom, people started to complain and starve.

After some time, an old hunched-back woman showed up at the castle begging for
food while the king was eating. The old lady asked for food as she was starving.

"Go away! I don't have anything to give. Can't you see I'm eating?" said the king.

"Please, my king," said the old woman. "I'm asking for anything, anything you could
give me as I am so hungry. Even a little piece of bread or fruit would do."

"Get out at once! You disgust me," the king belittled the old beggar.

The old woman stood up straight, casting aside her stooped posture, "I've heard
much about you and how your kingdom is suffering.

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" The tone of her voice had changed. It was no longer the voice of a weak, old
woman. "I asked for help, and you shoved me away. You have a lot for yourself, but
when I only asked for a little food, you belittled me. You are selfish. No one loves you
and no one will remember you when you are gone!"

And the beggar disappeared.

After a few more days, the king slowly weakened and became sick. No one knows
what's wrong with him. He got weaker and weaker and lost much weight. He looked
older than his age. Soon after that, the king died. As unfortunate and unexpected as
it was, no one cried and nobody showed up at the king's burial. He died alone.

And where the king was buried, his people noticed a strange plant growing, a plant
they had never seen before. The plant soon grew into a tree, which bore rounded
fruits that turned yellowish when ripe.

People also noticed that the fruit seemed to have a crown as it develops, which
reminded them of their selfish, arrogant king. The flesh of the fruit tasted a bit sour,
just like the sour personality of the king towards them.

The people learned to eat the fruit, which helped them with starvation. And because
the tree was from the grave of their King Barabas and it has crown just like their
king, they named the tree after him: barabas, which in time they called bayabas
(Guava). The end.

Moral lesson: The value of sharing and kindness, and the consequences of

selfishness.

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 THE LEGENDS OF THE SAMPAGUITA

A long time ago, there were neighboring villages named

Balintawak and Gagalangin. Between the two villages, is a
very sturdy fence made up of dried bamboo. Every five
years, they destroy it and build a new fence. Sometimes,
the guardsmen from Balintawak watch over the fence,
oftentimes the guardsmen from Gagalangin. Everything is
working according to the rules of each datu.

The datu of village Balintawak has a daughter with incomparable beauty and
kindness. Her name is Rosita. Her mother died when she was young, however, she
has four maids to assist her every need. There are a lot of handsome young men
who admires her. But the only man who captured her heart is the son of Gagalangin's
datu, whose name is Delfin.

The conflict between their parents did not stopped Delfin and Rosita from loving each
other. At the end of the bamboo fence lies their secret lair. Every night when the
moon is bright, they meet at the end of the fence and stroll along with Rosita's
maids. Their relationship is hidden from both of their datu parents.

One day, the datu of Gagalangin heard that the fence is being destroyed by the
servants of datu Balintawak so that they can build a new one. He asked one of his
guards to watch at the said fence-making. When the guard came back, he told the
datu that the new fence was moved. He was mad because the datu of Balintawak
took five meters of their land. Immediately, he sent a man to the datu of the
neighboring village. "Tell the datu of Balintawak to put the fence back where it is
supposed to be. They are being unlawful and stealing one's land is a crime!" said the
datu of Gagalangin.

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When the datu of Balintawak heard about it, he became furious and asked the
servant to give a message to their datu. "Tell your datu that I never stole anything
from him. I just placed the bamboo fences at its right place according to the
documents that I discovered, written by my ancestors. "Delfin's father was very
much displeased with the other datu's response. This kind of conflicts usually results
bloodshed among the two villages.

The datu of Gagalangin prepared his unit for the upcoming battle. He needs to get
their villages stolen land even by violent means. When the news reached the datu of
Balintawak, he eagerly prepared his battle unit as well. The two leaders are now
ready for a never-ending war. A few days before Gagalangins planned to attack the
Balintawak, the datu got sick. He became seriously ill that lead him to his death. The
responsibility was then handed to Delfin. He will be the one to lead the battle troops
of village Gagalangin.

The female servants told Rosita what was about to happen and she started to
become frightened. Delfin is so young and does not have any experience when it
comes to war. His father, on the other hand, had been trained to fight since he was
still a child. She worried too much. She wanted to talk to Delfin and ask him to forfeit
the war and simply talk to his father and settle the conflict peacefully. However, they
do not have time to converse anymore. Tomorrow is the start of an endless battle
between the two villages.

Both parties lost so many lives. Delfin was badly hurt and shed a lot of blood. He
started to be blurry. He was half conscious when he fell to the ground. Before his last
breath, he told one of his comrades to bury him near the end of the fence where he
and Rosita used to secretly see each other.

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Nobody can ever tell what really happened to the young lovers or the result of the
war. All they knew is that Rosita became seriously ill when she knew that Delfin died
in the battle. Her father called for so many doctors to make her feel well but neither
one of them can treat Rosita. When she was about to die, Rosita told her father to
bury her near Delfin, at the end of the bamboo fence. Though it is hard for the datu
to do, she still obeyed her daughter's last wish.

Many years had passed and the existence of villages gradually disappeared.
Spaniards came and the city of Manila was established, Balintawak and Gagalangin
became populated. But all the people living in these two places were having a
mysterious experience. During the month of May, especially when the moon is
bright, they hear a mystical sweet voice of a lady saying "Sumpa kita... Sumpa kita"
(I swear, I swear) but nobody can see from whom it is coming from. It seems as if it
comes from the bushes where little white flowers grow. Although the flowers are so
tiny, it bursts out a different kind of scent that everybody loves to smell. That's what
usually happens every month of May, each year.

Because everyone was so curious about the voice, they all decided to dig up the spot
and uncover the mystery behind it. To their surprise, they found the roots of the
bushes where the lovely flower grows, comes from the mouth of the two bodies
buried not so far from each other. The elders. remembered the memoir of the two
lovers-Delfin and Rosita.

The story spread fast. The words "Sumpa kita" evolved as "Sampaguita" that
signifies an everlasting love of Delfin and Rosita. The end.

Moral lesson: love and kindness can overcome adversity and transform
lives.

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 THE LEGEND OF THE MAYON VOLCANO

In the town of Daraga, in the province of Albay in the

Bicol Region, lays the most beautiful volcano in the
Philippines-Mayon volcano. Its picturesque view may
have been what inspired the natives to come up with
one of the most exception al Philippine legend - the
legend of "Daragang Magayon" of the Bicolanos, or
"Dalagang Maganda" (beautiful maiden) in Tagalog.

Long ago, along the streams of Yawa river lays a kingdom named Rawis. It is reigned
by a very generous and intelligent king-King Makusog. His only daughter was called
"Daragang Magayon" (beautiful maiden) because of the exceptional beauty that she
possesses. Because of this beauty, all the men in their kingdom, as well as in the
neighboring kingdoms, dream to have her heart,

It has been a hobby of Daragang Magayon to secretly take a bath in the Yawa River
every morning at the break of dawn. It was one morning when a traveler from the
faraway kingdom of Laguna accidentally saw her secret ritual. He was a young lad
named Ulap. Upon seeing the beautiful maiden, Ulap was instantly hypnotized by her
beauty. In the many journeys of Ulap, it was only then that a maiden has successfully
captured his heart. Every morning since then, he would secretly watch behind the
bamboo groves as Daragang Magayon takes a bath in the Yawa River. He was not
contented in being a secret admirer so he eventually decided to come out of his
hiding place and introduce himself to the maiden.

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Daragang Magayon, startled by this revelation, started to come to her feet and run
away, but as fate may have dictated it, she was tripped by a mossy stone and was
about to be drawn away by the river current when Ulap grabbed her arm.

In that instant, she too was hypnotized by the lad's stance and charming eyes that
she failed to turn her back from him and run away. Not for long, the two became
Inseparable lovers and their relationship was happily blessed by King Makusog. Ulap
asked permission from his lady love to go home to Laguna and fetch his relatives for
the pamamanhikan (prenuptial get together). He was away for two months.

Meanwhile, the news of the soon-to-be wedding spread like fire in the nearby
kingdoms including the Kingdom of Iraya which is reigned by Patugo. This news
enraged him and brought back the pain incurred by Daragang Magayon's refusal of
his love [Link] convinced his people to set a battle against the Kingdom of
Rawin by telling them that Daragang Magayon's marriage to a foreign man is an
insult to their maleness. They agreed to capture King Makusog and ask for Daragang
Magayon as a ransom.

Meanwhile, the Kingdom of Rawis is busy in the preparation for the arrival of the
people from Laguna. This was used by Patugo and his army as an opportunity to
attack them. The people of Rawis were so stunned by this sudden attack that the
king was effortlessly captured. The festive mood was instantly replaced with doom.
Daragang Magayon offered herself as a ransom for the freedom of his father even if
this was against her will. Just then, their expecting visitors, Ulap and his clan from
Laguna, arrived and helped in fighting the enemies. "If you are real men, fight with
men! Do not waste your power in terrorizing ladies and old men!", Ulap exclaimed.

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With this, the battle heated up and there was bloodshed. Under the heat of the sun,
behind the dusty wind, swords and bolos were ravagely swished against each other.

Daragang Magayon's heart beat outrageously because of the suspense brought

about by the battle. A bloody body fell on the ground, and the maiden's heart
skipped a beat thinking that this might be his lover's. She ran closer and reveled
when she saw that instead of Ulap, the lifeless body belongs to Patugo. She turned
around and saw Ulap with his arms wide open. She joyfully ran towards the waiting
arms of her lover. As the two passionately embraced each other, a deadly arrow
came flying from one of the enemies and struck their entwined bodies. The sky was
covered with gloom as the two lovers slowly fell on the ground.

The whole Kingdom of Rawis grieved upon their loss. King Makusog proclaimed that
the two shall be buried together since it is not right to separate what death has
united as one. As they say, true love is hard to bury. Like a strong current, it will
eventually struggle and resurface. Daragang Magayon's love is as such. It is said that
because of the strong love of Daragang Magayon for Ulap, her grave mounted into a
towering mass of volcano as if an emblem of her undying love. Raging lava even
came out of it as a symbol of her overflowing affection. This volcano which surfaced
from the grave of Daragang Magayon is now known as the Mayon volcano. Daragang
Magayon is what they claim as the Mayon. They say that if you want to see the best
of Mt. Mayon, you should wake up very early in the morning just about the crack of
dawn. By then, you will see clearly the perfect shape of the volcano but as the time
passes, clouds will then cover the slopes from the view. These clouds are
represented by the jealous Ulap who is not comfortable with the numerous eyes
laying upon his beloved Magayon. The end.

Moral lesson: follow rules, respect authorities and respect other’s feelings.

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NURSERY
RHYMES
 a poem or song for young children,

especially one that is old or well known.

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 Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells and cockle shells

And pretty maids all in a row.

London Bridge is Falling Down

London Bridge is falling down,

Falling down, falling down,

London Bridge is falling down,

My fair lady.

The Wheels on the Bus

The wheels on the bus go round and round,

Round and round, round and round.

The wheels on the bus go round and round,

All through the town.

Five Little Ducks

Five little ducks went out one day,

Over the hills and far away.

Mother duck said, "Quack, quack, quack, quack,"

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 But only four little ducks came back.

Hey Diddle Diddle

Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle,

The cow jumped over the moon.

The little dog laughed to see such fun,

And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Old MacDonald Had a Farm

Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O,

And on his farm, he had a cow, E-I-E-I-O,

With a moo-moo here and a moo-moo there,

Here a moo, there a moo, everywhere a

moo-moo,

Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O.

Row, Row, Row Your Boat

Row, row, row your boat,

Gently down the stream.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

Life is but a dream.

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 Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky.

Mary Had a Little Lamb

Mary had a little lamb,

Its fleece was white as snow;

And everywhere that Mary went,

The lamb was sure to go.

It followed her to school one day,

Which was against the rule;

It made the children laugh and play,

To see a lamb at school.

Humpy Dumpty

Humpy Dumpty sat on a wall,

Humpy Dumpty had a great fall;

All the king's horses and all the king's men

Couldn't put humpy together again.

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FAIRY
TALES
 A children's story about magical

and imaginary beings and lands.

JACK AND THE BEANSTALK

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 Down in the valley was a village. On the outskirts of the
village stood a small, rundown cottage. And in the cottage
lived a widow with her only son, Jack. They were poor. This
was clear to see from the ragged clothes on their backs and
the worn shoes on their feet. But, as the story goes, they
did possess one item of real value a gorgeous, caramel
colored cow. Jack woke early every morning.

He milked the cow, poured the milk into a jug and set
off to the dairy. The milk was only worth a few pennies, but Jack didn’t mind. He
happily accepted the pennies from a local cheese maker, bought a few potatoes from
the market and returned home. Jack did this every day. The milk from the cow was
just enough to help Jack and his mother get by.

One year a terribly harsh winter hit the village. Great howling winds blew, and the
snow lay in huge drifts—never before seen by the villagers. The following spring the
grass did not grow. Without grass the cow had nothing to eat and soon became too
weak to produce milk. “Mother!” cried Jack, “I cannot get a single drop of milk from
our dear cow this morning.” “Alas,” the widow replied, “I feared this day would come
and so it has. Jack, my dear boy, it's time to sell our precious cow. Take her to the
market and auction her to the highest bidder.” Jack looked sad.

“But mother,” he said, “without our daily milk from the cow we'll soon run out of
money and then what will we do?” “Don’t worry, Jack, we’ll think of something,” she
replied. Jack set off down to the village with the cow.

Before he reached the market, he came across a friendly butcher. The butcher wore
a blue and white striped apron, a straw hat and carried a small, green drawstring
bag. The butcher approached Jack. “Eh, what a fine cow you have their young man,”
he said, patting the cow firmly. “I’m selling her,” replied Jack.

“Are you indeed?”. “Yes,” said Jack, “my mother told me to go to the market and only
sell her to the highest bidder for she is extremely valuable.”

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“I can see that,” replied the butcher. “That is why,” he continued, “I'm going to give
you a once in a lifetime offer. An offer worth no less than a thousand times what you
will receive from anyone else at the market.” Jack looked up at the butcher in awe.

“What is this offer?” asked Jack. “Magic beans,” said the butcher, stepping forward
and opening the little green pouch. Jack peered inside.

“Three beans?” he snorted. “Three magic beans,” replied the butcher, “that will most
certainly change your—and your dear mother’s—life for the better.” Jack reflected for
a moment. “A thousand times more valuable,” he thought to himself, “and
something that will help my mother.” “Very well,” said Jack.

He exchanged the cow for the little pouch—containing the three magic beans— and
returned home. Jack told his mother of the butcher and the beans, and then watched
in horror as her ashen face turned puce. “You’ve done what?” she bellowed.

“Bu...bu...bu...but, mother,” stammered Jack, “the man said they were magic beans
and… a a a and… they would help us…a a a and…” He stopped before he could
finish the sentence. Even Jack—now hearing these words coming out of his own
mouth for the first time—could not believe what he was saying. It sounded ridiculous.
And he suddenly felt overwhelmed with shame. He began to sob. “Oh, mother,” he
cried, “I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I have done something so silly. Can you ever
forgive me?” “Go to your room,

Jack,” she said, “you must think long and hard about what you've done.” Still
clasping the little pouch of beans, Jack turned, trudged upstairs to his bedroom, and
closed the door. He tipped the beans into his palm and then sat on the edge of his
bed staring at them. “How could I have been so stupid!” he said to himself, angrily. “I
mean… look at them! Three blinking, measly little beans in exchange for a whole
cow? What was I thinking?”

In a fit of rage, he clenched his fist and tossed the beans out of the window. Then
curled up on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. When Jack awoke it was morning.
This morning was bright and sunny. Which was strange because the sun did not
stream through Jack’s bedroom window as it usually would. On this morning, his
room remained dark.

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Jack ran to the window. What met his stare took his breath away. A giant beanstalk
rose like ten mighty oaks, high up into the sky. “They were magic beans,” Jack
exclaimed, “perhaps. Perhaps they do hold the great riches that the butcher speaks
of?” That was it. Without a second thought, Jack jumped out of his bedroom window
and onto the giant beanstalk. Great, leafy vines snaked around like ladders—making
it ever so easy for Jack to scale the skyscraping stalk. He began to climb. Higher.

And higher. And higher. Not stopping for a moment to look down. This is probably
just as well for Jack was now so high up that his cottage, the village, and all of the
surrounding lands could be seen no more. Suddenly, came a shrill voice. “Jack is that
you?” it said. “Yes,” said Jack. A tiny, beautiful fairy appeared—and hovered in the
air, just a few inches from the tip of Jack’s nose. “I’ve been waiting many years to
see you, Jack,” said the fairy, “as I have a very important secret to tell you.” Jack
looked surprised. “Oh…” he said. “You see, Jack,” continued the fairy, “your father
was once a very wealthy man.” “My father's dead,” said Jack. “Yes,” said the fairy,
“but don’t you want to know how he died?” “Mother said he was sick,”

“Oh, my darling, Jack,” said the fairy, “your mother wanted to protect you.

Your father was not sick. He was known across many kingdoms for he owned the
rarest and magnificent of all creatures—a mystical golden hen that laid a golden egg
every day.” Jack was dumbfounded. “So… how did he die?” he asked.

The fairy—still hovering daintily in front of him—raised her arm and pointed into the
distance. “See that castle. Well, in that castle lives a Giant. And it is this beastly
tyrant that ate your father and stole his golden hen. You must avenge him, Jack, and
take back what is rightly yours.” But before Jack could reply, she vanished. Jack took
a moment to gather himself and then set off towards the castle. And—before long—
the colossal structure towered before him. Jack had never seen a building so big. The
steps leading up to the front door were taller than he was. The front door itself was
as big as a mighty oak. And astride the door—staring menacingly back at him—stood
the statues of two gigantic stone lions. Jack took a deep breath. Then—without
further ado—he lay flat on the ground and rolled under the front door. Jack stood up
and dusted himself down. He looked around slowly, trying to take in the enormity of
his surroundings.

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Huge, intricately carved wooden doors lined the hallway in front of him. And a rug—
the length of a dozen London buses—lay upon the cold stone floor. It was quite
something to behold. And then suddenly, the ground began to tremor—followed by
the sound of almighty footsteps. Thud. Thud. Thud. Suddenly, a door crashed open.
The Giant appeared momentarily with the golden hen clenched firmly in the palm of
his hand. Without stopping, he marched forward and flung open the kitchen door.
Jack darted across the hallway —making sure not to be seen—followed the Giant into
the kitchen.

“Where’s my dinner?’” bellowed the Giant. “It’s coming dear,” said his wife. The
Giant sat down at the kitchen table and carefully placed the golden hen out in front
of him. Jack quickly snuck behind a table leg.

“Oh, I do wish you wouldn’t put that thing on the dinner table” said his wife, laying
an enormous bowl of steaming stew in front of the Giant.

The Giant glared at her. “That thing is my golden hen” boomed the Giant, “and she's
due to lay her daily golden egg at any me…” He stopped. Then—looking around very
slowly—the Giant raised his nose into the air, sniffed and then hollered, “Fee… fie…
fo… fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman”. “Don’t be silly, dear,” said his wife,
“you haven’t eaten a human since the day you stole that wretched hen.” “I can smell
him!” he roared. “Eat your dinner, dear,” she replied calmly, “before it gets cold.”

The Giant ate his stew and then—without a moment’s warning—his head hit the
table and he fell fast asleep. “This is my chance,” thought Jack. He quickly shimmied
up the table leg, grabbed the tablecloth and hauled himself up. Then—hardly daring
to breathe for fear of waking the Giant—he crept forward across the tabletop,
carefully placed the golden hen under his arm and made a beeline for the open
window at the end of the table. “By Jove… I’ve done it!” he thought. Then—to Jack’s
horror—came an almighty scream from the Giant’s wife. “AHHHHH… A… A… A… A
BOY!” she cried. The Giant awoke with a start, enraged by what he had heard.
“Where?” he roared. “There!” screamed his wife, pointing at Jack—who was now
sprinting at top speed towards the window— “and he's got your golden hen!”

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The Giant made a lunge for Jack. But it was too late. Jack escaped through the open
window and made it back down the beanstalk to safety. After returning to the
ground, Jack cut down the magical beanstalk and neither the Giant, nor his wife,
were ever seen again. And, true to the fairy’s word, the hen laid one golden egg each
day. Before long, Jack and his mother had enough money to buy a new cow and I am
pleased to say that—from that day forward—they lived a long, happy and prosperous
life together.

The end..

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THE ELVES AND THE SHOEMAKER

There was once a shoemaker, who worked very hard and was
very honest: but still he could not earn enough to live upon; and at last, all he had in
the world was gone, save just leather enough to make
one pair of shoes.

Then he cut his leather out, all ready to make up the

next day, meaning to rise early in the morning to his
work. His conscience was clear and his heart light amidst
all his troubles; so, he went peaceably to bed, left all his
cares to Heaven, and soon fell asleep. In the morning
after he had said his prayers, he sat himself down to his
work; when, to his great wonder, there stood the shoes already made, upon the
table. The good man knew not what to say or think at such an odd thing happening.
He looked at the workmanship; there was not one false stitch in the whole job; all
was so neat and true, that it was quite a master piece. The same day a customer
came in, and the shoes suited him so well that he willingly paid a price higher than
usual for them; and the poor shoemaker, with the money, bought leather enough to
make two pairs more. In the evening he cut out the work, and went to bed early, that
he might get up and begin betimes next day; but he was saved all the trouble, for
when he got up in the morning the work was done ready to his hand. Soon in came
buyers, who paid him handsomely for his goods, so that he bought leather enough
for four pair more. He cut out the work again overnight and found it done in the
morning, as before; and so, it went on for some time: what was got ready in the
evening was always done by daybreak, and the good man soon became thriving and
well off again.

One evening, about Christmas-time, as he and his wife were sitting over the fire
chatting together, he said to her, ‘I should like to sit up and watch tonight, that we
may see who it is that comes and does my work for me.’ The wife liked the thought;
so, they left a light burning, and hid themselves in a corner of the room, behind a
curtain that was hung up there, and watched what would happen. As soon as it was
midnight, there came in two little naked dwarfs; and they sat themselves upon the
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the work that was cut out, and began to ply with their little fingers, stitching and
rapping and tapping away at such a

rate, that the shoemaker was all wonder, and could not take his eyes off them. And
on they went, till the job was quite done, and the shoes stood ready for use upon the
table. This was long before daybreak; and then they bustled away as quick as
lightning.

The next day the wife said to the shoemaker. ‘These little wights have made us rich,
and we ought to be thankful to them, and do them a good turn if we can. I am quite
sorry to see them run about as they do; and indeed, it is not very decent, for they
have nothing upon their backs to keep off the cold. I’ll tell you what, I will make each
of them a shirt, and a coat and waistcoat, and a pair of pantaloons into the bargain;
and do you make each of them a little pair of shoes.’

The thought pleased the good cobbler very much; and one evening, when all the
things were ready, they laid them on the table, instead of the work that they used to
cut out, and then went and hid themselves, to watch what the little elves would do.

About midnight in they came, dancing and skipping, hopped round the room, and
then went to sit down to their work as usual; but when they saw the clothes lying for
them, they laughed and chuckled, and seemed mightily delighted.

Then they dressed themselves in the twinkling of an eye, and danced and capered
and sprang about, as merry as could be; till at last they danced out at the door, and
away over the green.

The good couple saw them no more; but everything went well with them from that
time forward, as long as they lived.

The end..

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 FOLKTALES
 a tale or legend originating and traditional among

a people or folk, especially one forming part of

the oral tradition of the common people.

THE LIZARD AND HER YOUNG ONE

There was once a lizard. She was a friend of the deer. The lizard said, Friend,

take care of my child because I am going to catch fish. While I am away do not dance

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because you might step on my child. then she left. She reached the river and started

to fish. When she had been fishing for some time, she felt tired, for she did not catch

any. Soon she heard a noise in the house. She returned home immediately because

she became worried about her child. She found out later that her child was dead.

She said, what caused the death of my child? The deer said, I stepped on it because I

danced, for I heard the mangawag bird yelling. The lizard said, Come with me and let

us ask from ba.i’ why she yelled. Now they left. When they reached the home of the

mangawag, the lizard asked, why did you yell? The mangawag said, I yelled because

I heard the woodpecker drumming the tree. I was surprised why she was tapping the

tree.

The lizard said, Come and let us go to her. Then they left. When they

reached the place, immediately the lizard asked, Ba.i’, why did you tap the tree? The

woodpecker said, I tapped the tree because I was surprised that the crocodile was

drying up her limbutung under the sun. The lizard said, come with me and let us go

to the crocodile and ask her why she was drying up her limbutung. They started right

away. When they reached the crocodile said, Ba.i’, what news do you bring me? The

lizard said, we are asking you why you were drying up your limbutung. The crocodile

answered, I dried up my limbutung because I was surprised that the shrimp was

carrying his gun downstream. Then the lizard said, come with me and we shall ask

the shrimp why he was carrying his gun. They left at once, and went to the shrimp

and when they reached there the lizard asked, Ba.i’, why did you carry your gun? The

shrimp replied, I carried my gun because I was afraid of the lizard who was running

after me. The lizard was surprised too, she did not say any word because she saw

the cause of the trouble. She was not able to say anything, so she lost her case.

The End.

THE MONKEY AND THE CROCODILE

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 One day a female crocodile told her husband that she could not eat any kind

of food except the lungs of a monkey. The husband replied that he would bring her

the desired food.

The next morning, he started hunting for a monkey. Finally, he found one on

top of a guava tree. The crocodile said, oh my dear monkey, why are you eating the

leaves of the guava tree? There are plenty of delicious fruits near my bathing place.

Is that so? asked the monkey. Yes, replied to the crocodile, just go with me, ride on

my back and I will take you there.

The monkey gratefully agreed, and right away stepped on the back of the

crocodile. When they were in the middle of the river the crocodile said, Mr. Monkey,

now that I have caught you, I must take your lungs for my beloved wife's food. My

lungs!... the monkey exclaimed in mock surprise. I have left them on the guava tree

yonder. If you need them let us, go back and get them. The crocodile immediately

brought the monkey back to the shore, and upon reaching the land, the monkey

hastily climbed up the guava tree and cried out to the crocodile: Oh, foolish

crocodile! Have you ever seen an animal leaving his lungs in any place besides his

body? The crocodile was very much disappointed, so he decided to think of another

plan of capturing his prey.

The next day, the crocodile went to the bathing place of the monkey. When

the monkey took a bath, the crocodile caught one of his legs. Do not bite my cane,

my friend crocodile. This is the only cane I have. Please let it loose. The crocodile

released the monkey's leg, believing that it was not his leg but his cane. Again, the

monkey escaped from death and was happy. The crocodile's plan to bring lungs to

his wife was a failure.

The end.

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 POEM
(PRIMARY)
 a piece of writing that partakes of the nature of

both speech and song that is nearly

always rhythmical, usually metaphorical,

and often exhibits such formal elements

as meter, rhyme, and stanzaic structure.

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 THE LITTLE ELF First Grade Rocks!

A little elf First Grade Rocks.

Sat on the tree There’s a lot to do!

Painting leaves First Grade Rocks.

To throw at me. For me and you!

Leaves of yellow First Grade Rocks.

And leaves of red It’s so much fun!

Came tumbling down First Grade Rocks. For Everyone!

About my head.

Snail
A Snug Bug

The little bug’s room

Little snail,

Is warm and snug

Dreaming you go

By her bed is a lamp

Weather and rose

And a soft, red bug

Is all you know.

Mom lucks her in

Weather and rose

With a kiss and a hug.

Is all you see,

Yes, she is one, Snug little

Drinking the dewdrop’s
bug!
Mystery.

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 Rain The Fat Cat

Rain on the house I had a cat

Rain on the tree Who was so fat?

Rain on the little bird He could not even

But don’t rain on me! Sit in his mat.

Rain on the boat, He had a hat

Rain on the sea, That did not fit.

Rain on the little fish, but He put it on

don’t rain on me!

And then it split

A Happy Child A Little Seed

My house is red, a little house A little seed for me to sow

A happy child am I A little soil to make it grow

A laugh and play the whole day long A little hole, a little part.

I hardly ever cry.

A little wish, and what is that

I have a tree; a green, green tree, A little sun, little shower.

To shade me from the sun. A little while, and then

And under it I often sit A flower!

When all my play is done.

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 The little Turtle Colors

There was a little turtle. Green is the color

He lived in a box. Of the lily pad.

He swam in a puddle. Brown is the color

He climbed on the rocks. Of the hair of my dad.

He snapped at a mosquito. Black is the color

He snapped at a flea. Of a big boat.

He snapped at a minnow Red is the color

And he snapped at me. Of my nice coat.

He caught the mosquito. Blue is the color

He caught the flea. Of the lovely sky.

He caught the minnow. Look at the color

And he didn’t catch me. Of the rainbow pie!

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 POEM
(INTERMEDT
I-ATE)
 A piece of writing that partakes of the nature of

both speech and song that is nearly

always rhythmical, usually metaphorical,

and often exhibits such formal elements

as meter, rhyme, and stanzaic structure.

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 Life Is, But A Dream The Magic of Imagination

Life is but a dream My imagination

A day-night scene In the land of make-believe,

As we're still waiting Where dreams come true,

To be taken by somebody. and we achieve,

Who steals our dreams? We can be anything we desire,

Or exploit our rhyme. With our imagination,

Are anywhere and living. we reach higher.

On a cosmic time. And we each other.

They come; we go. We ride on dragons,

They live, we dream. we soar through the sky,

We are the dreamers We journey to far-off lands,

Living to be seen. oh, so high.

Cause life is but a dream. In the magic of our minds,

That we dream on to live. we find, A world of wonders, one of a

kind.

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 The Magic of Books

In a world of pages, thick and thin,

A magical journey is about to begin.

With words that dance and stories that sing,

Books hold the power to make our hearts spring.

In lands far away, we can explore,

Through ancient forests and on distant shores.

We meet heroes brave and villains sly,

As we turn each page, our spirits fly.

Imagination takes flight, oh so high,

As we join the characters and let our dreams sigh.

With every word, a new adventure unfolds,

In the enchanting world that literature holds.

From mysteries to fantasies, tales of old,

Books are treasures, worth more than gold.

They spark our curiosity, ignite our minds,

And teach us lessons of all different kinds.

So, let's open a book and let our minds roam,

Discovering wonders in the comfort of home.

For in the magic of books, we find delight,

And a lifelong love for reading takes flight.

The Road Not Taken

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 Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Dirty Face

Where did you get such a dirty face?

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 My darling dirty-faced child?

I got it from crawling along in the dirt

And biting two buttons off Jeremy's shirt.

I got it from chewing the roots of a rose

And digging for clams in the yard with my nose.

I got it from peeking into a dark cave

And painting myself like a Navajo brave.

I got it from playing with coal in the bin

And signing my name in cement with my chin.

I got if from rolling around on the rug

And giving the horrible dog a big hug.

I got it from finding a lost silver mine

And eating sweet blackberries right off the vine.

I got it from ice cream and wrestling and tears

And from having more fun than you've had in years.

I Love These Days

I love these days when autumn leaves

Are falling everywhere around,

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And I can tread among the sheaves,

And hear the crispy, crunchy sound.

I leave my dolly safe at home,

And climb the old gray orchard wall;

The squirrels spy me where I roam,

And scamper to the treetops tall.

And O, it is a pleasant thing

To listen for the happy sound,

Each little leaflet tries to sing,

That rustles softly to the ground.

And so, I spend the afternoon,

And watch the leaves go floating by

Till Mother comes to say that soon

The dark will come into the sky.

I know when stars are overhead,

The leaves all gather in a heap,

And while I lie quite warm in bed,

They snuggle close and go to sleep.

Friends

How good to lie a little while?

And look up through the tree!

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 The Sky is like a kind big smile

Bent sweetly over me.

The Sunshine flickers through the lace

Of leaves above my head,

And kisses me upon the face

Like Mother, before bed.

The Wind comes stealing o'er the grass

To whisper pretty things;

And though I cannot see him pass,

I feel his careful wings.

So many gentle Friends are near

Whom one can scarcely see,

A child should never feel a fear,

Wherever he may be.

Homework Stew

I cooked my math book in a broth

and stirred it to a steaming froth.

I threw in papers—pencils, too—

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 to make a pot of homework stew.

I turned the flame up nice and hot

and tossed my binder in the pot.

I sprinkled in my book report

with colored markers by the quart.

Despite its putrid, noxious gas,

I proudly took my stew to class.

And though the smell was so grotesque,

I set it on my teacher’s desk.

My teacher said, “You’re quite a chef.

But, still, you’re going to get an F.

I didn’t ask for ‘homework stew,’

I said, ‘Tomorrow, homework’s due.'”

The Sunshine Has a Pleasant Way

The sunshine has a pleasant way

Of shining on us all the day,

It makes the little window bright,

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 And fills the room with pretty light.

It goes into the garden bed,

And shines on every flower head;

It warms each leaf and bud and seed

Till all the world is glad, indeed.

It creeps into the children's faces

And climbs into the highest places,

It makes me want to work and sing

And do my best in everything.

I'm glad the sunshine comes each day

To help me work and laugh and play;

To keep the little window bright

And fill the room with pretty light.

The Moon

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;

She shines on thieves on the garden wall,

On streets and fields and harbor quays,

And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.

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The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,

The howling dog by the door of the house,

The bat that lies in bed at noon,

All love to be out by the light of the moon.

But all of the things that belong to the day

Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;

And flowers and children close their eyes

Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.

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STORIES
 a story with a fully developed theme

but significantly shorter and less

elaborate than a novel.

THE BOY AND THE APPLE TREE

Once upon a time, there was a big apple tree somewhere.

A little boy would come there every day and play with the
tree, climb the tree, pick the best apples, and eat them
and sleep under the thick shade of the tree. He loved the
tree, and the tree loved him.

The boy grew up, now he doesn't come to play by the

tree every day, but sometimes he comes to visit. He

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would sit and talk and play a little. Once the boy came to the tree after a long time,
looking sad.

“Let’s play," said the tree. “I’m not a kid anymore," the boy replied bluntly.

I can't play with you anymore! I want toys that I need money for. “I’m sorry I don't
have money. But do one thing, sell all my apples, you'll get a lot of money."

The boy became emotional. He broke all the apples and went away happily. After
that, he did not come again for a long time. The tree became sad.

Time passed... this time the boy returned as a young man. The tree swayed happily
seeing him. "Come play with me!" The tree was very happy.

“I don't have time to play. I must work for my family and build a house for them. Can
you help me? “I don't have a house but yes you do it, cut all my branches and build
your house."

The young man cut all the branches and left happily. Today the tree was very happy
that he had helped his friend. But after cutting the branches, he did not return for a
long time. The tree was sad again. It was one afternoon, and suddenly the boy came
to meet the tree again. The tree shook happily, its old friend standing in front.

"Come play with me," said the tree. "I'm getting old, mentally tired. Now I want to go
on a

sea voyage. It's my childhood dream. Can you help me?" "You use my trunk," said
the tree earnestly. It would make a very nice boat. Then you can go wherever you
want,” he said to Tanaka and disappeared for a long time.

After years, today he came to visit the tree for the last time. The tree said sadly but
kindly:

"I'm so sorry I can't manage the apple for you. " I don't even have an apple. "Never
mind. I don't have any teeth left to eat an apple anyway." "I don't even have that
trunk you used to climb on." “I am too old for this job. He said with a sad smile.

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“I have nothing to give you but a dead rootstalk,” said the tree sadly. "I don't need
anything now; I just need a place to rest. I'm tired of running around. “That guy fell
right there.

The tree cheerfully said, Well done! come into my arms What better resting place
than this.” Today the tree was very happy. This is the story of all of us. Parents are
like trees. When children are young, they play well with them, but when they are
older, they only come to them when the children need them or when they are in
trouble.

However, no matter what happens, parents are always ready to give something to
make their children happy.

THE DOG AND HIS REFLECTION

One fine sunny day a little dog was trotting happily through

the village when he passed a butcher’s shop. He licked his

lips at the thought of all the delicious bones there.

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Just then, the very kind butcher saw him, came out of the shop, and threw him a

bone. “Here you are, old chap,” cried the kind butcher.

The little dog could hardly believe his luck, grabbed the bone in his mouth and

trotted home as fast as he could, wagging his little tail in delight. His way home took

him over a little bridge across a big pond. Now, as he crossed the bridge, he chanced

to catch sight of his reflection in the still water.

It was like looking in a mirror. Greedy little dogs don’t really understand mirrors and

he thought what he saw was another dog with a much bigger bone in his mouth.

But it was just his reflection, after all. He thought to himself, “I’m going to have that

great big bone!” So, he dropped his own bone over the side of the bridge and

jumped right into the pond just where he had seen his reflection. Oh, dear, the pond

was very, very deep and the greedy little dog wasn’t a very good swimmer and soon

he was paddling as hard as he could to reach dry land. Finally, he struggled out of

the water, shook himself and stood there, thinking how sorry he was that he’d lost

such a good bone. He walked sadly back home, thinking what a silly, greedy little

dog he’d been.

TONGUE
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 TWIS
TER
 A sentence or phrase that is intended to be

difficult to say, especially when repeated quickly

and often.

Unique New York

Unique New York, unique New York, you need New York.

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 Can Can

Can you can a can as a canner can can a can?

Sixth Sick Sheik's Sixth

Sheep's Sick The sixth sick sheik’s sixth sheep’s sick.

Toy Boat

Toy boat, toy boat, toy boat.

Red Lorry, Yellow Lorry

Red lorry, yellow lorry, red lorry, yellow lorry.

Irish Wristwatch

Irish wristwatch, Swiss wristwatch.

Black Bug

How much blood would a black bug bleed if a black bug could bleed blood?

Lesser Leather

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 Lesser leather never weathered wetter weather better.

Fuzzy Wuzzy

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear. Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.

Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy, was he?

Bobby Bippy

Bobby Bippy bought a bat. Bobby Bippy bought a ball.

With his bat Bob banged the ball, banged it bump against the wall.

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 TULA
(PRIMARY)
 Isang uri ng sining at panitikan nak ilala

sa malayang Paggamit ng wika sa iba’t ibang

anyo at estilo.

KAIBIGAN ANG PO AT OPO

Ako ay may kaibigan Ang po at opo

Kasama ko araw-araw. Lagi nating gagamitin

Kung kami ay naglalaro Sa pakikipag-usap

Di ko sinasaktan. Sa nakatatanda sa atin.

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Sa anumang Gawain Tulad din ng ho at oho
 AKLAT ANG BATANG MASUNURIN

Kilala mo ako, Ako ay batang masunurin

Ako’y isang aklat. Utos ni nanay ay susundin

Sa bawat pahina Utos ni tatay gayon din

Ay may nakasulat. Iyon at di lilimutin

Mahalin mo ako, Pagmamahal ay ipinapakita

Ako’y pag-iingatan Sa pagsunod sa kanila

Sa pag-aaral mo, Ang mag anak ay sasaya

Ika’y tutulungan.
LAPIS AKO
Kaming AYay
lahat MALINIS
maligaya.

Ako’y isang lapis, Ako ay malinis

Dulo ko’y Matulis Sa katawan at damit

Naiguguhit ko, Mabango,Maganda

And bawat maisip. Kahali-halina

Nabubura ko rin, Katawan ko’y malinis

Ang bawat sulatin. Maayos ang bihis

Akoy’y baligtarin Maganda ang tindig 74

Ulo ko’y gagamitin At laging Makisig.
 PAMILYA TUNTUNIN SA PAARALAN

Karapatan ko bilang bata Pagpasok ay agahan

Magkaroon ng pamilyang Maging maayos sa pilahan

Mag-aalaga Mga gamit ay ingatan

Isagawa ang kalinisan

Si Nanay, si Tatay

Mga mahal kong tunay Pag-upo ay ayusin

Si ate, si kuya Makinig sa aralin

Sa akin ay nagmamahal. Guro ay sundin natin

Maging batang masunurin

ANG MUNTING BATA KAY GANDANG ARAW

Kahit ako’y batang munti, Ang araw kung titingnan

Pangarap ko ay sari-sari, May saya, may ngiti

Pggalang at wastong gawi, Dulot ay pagbati

Ginangawa ko palagi. Ligaya’t luwalhati

Sarili ay paunlarin. Parang sinasabing

Maling kilos ay baguhin. Tayo’y magmadali

Pag-aaral, pagbutihin Pagka’t parang ginto

Tiyak, tagumpay ay Ang bwat sandal.

kakamtin.
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(INTERMEDT
I-ATE)
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 Isang uri ng sining at panitikan nak ilala

sa malayang Paggamit ng wika sa iba’t ibang

anyo at estilo.

ANG ALAGA KONG KUTING

May alaga akong kuting.

Ang pangalan niya ay Muning.

Ang kulay ay puti at itim.

Kung tumakbo ay matulin.

Makinang ang kaniyang mata.

Sa dilim ay kitang-kita.

Balahibo ay kay ganda.

Masdan mo, siya ay kay saya.

Pagulungin mo ang bola.

Ito ay laruan niya.

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 Kung palakad-lakad ka,

Hahabulin niya ang iyong paa.

MAMASYAL TAYO

Paru-paro'y ating sundan

Sa paglibot sa bakuran.

Dumadapo't nagduruyan

Sa anumang madaanan.

Tayo na sa halamanan

At doon ay ating hawakan

Ang mababangong bulaklak

Na humahalimuyak.

Ang bubuyog at ibon

Natutuwa ring dumadapo

Sa halamang may kulay

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 Ito ang kanilang buhay.

PARA SA HUSTISYA

Ikaw na s'yang napiling magtangan

Ng timbangan nitong katarungan,

Sukatin yaong makasalanan

At patawan ng kaparusahan.

Mga mata mo ay nakapiring,

Upang lahat ay iyong dinggin,

Bawat hinaing ay siyasatin,

Ang nagkasala, iyong usigin.

Sa ngalan ng batas at hustisya,

Iyong espada ay gamitin na,

Kung sukatin siya't magkulang pa,

Iyong hagupit ay ipataw na.

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 O Hustisya, ikaw ang takbuhan

Ng pinagkaitan ng karapatan.

Sila nawa ay iyong mabigyan

Ng hinahangad na katarungan.

ILAW

Ilaw ay bumubukas

Kasabay ng liwanag na malakas

Nagliliwanag sa landas

Ng ating bukas.

Dumidilim dumidilim ito

Nagpapahiwatig na may nagpatay nito

Madilim na ngayon rito

Sino kaya ang maghahatid ng liwanag dito?

Parang buhay natin,

Mayroong nagbababa sa atin

Ano kaya ang kanilang hangarin?

Bakit ganito ang kanilang saloobin?

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 Mga pagsubok, laging nandiyan

Kailangan lang nating labanan

Upang makarating sa tamang daan

At para makita ang liwanag ng kinabukasan.

MALINIS KA BA

Malinis ka ba?

Sa pagpasok sa eskwela

Mahabang kuko ay gupitin

Buhok ay suklayin.

Malinis ka ba?

May panyolitong dala.

Ilagay sa bulsa

Pumunas kung papawisan ka.

Malinis ka ba?

Ang damit na pamasok

Kaygandang tingnan

Kung ito ay suot Ikaw ay masisiyahan.

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 AKO, IKAW, TAYO

Tayong lahat ay Pilipino

Bansang Pilipinas ang siyang idolo

Ipinagmamalaki sa buong mundo.

Sa isip, gawa at salita

Pagka-Pilipino ay di mawawala

Lahat ng ginagawa ay ikatutuwa

Ng bayang Pilipinas na iyong mutya

Iisa ang lahing ating pinagmulan

Kaya't nararapat na magtulungan

Sa Timog Silangan, maging sa Kanluran

Lahing Pilipino ay ikarangal

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 ANG BATANG MAGALANG

Ang batang magalang ay kinalulugdan,

Ng lahat ng tao at maging sinuman.

Lagi siyang nagmamano sa mga magulang.

Sa mga matatanda, maging kapitbahay man.

Ang "po" at "opo", lagi nyang sinasabi,

Laging nasa puso at mananatili.

Mahinahon kung sumagot at di maikukubli,

Pagiging magalang nya sa nakararami.

"Salamat po" ang sagot nya pag sya ay binibigyan,

"Paalam" sabi nya pag siya naman ay lilisan.

Magandang umaga, tanghali, gabi sa nadadaanan,

Talagang nakatutuwa ang batang magalang.

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 KASIPAGAN

Kasipagan ay siyang daan na tumutulay sa kahusayan

Nalilinang ng tiwala sa sarili, katapatan at integridad

Sa paghubog at pagbuo ng iyong personalidad

Walang dapat ipangamba o dapat patunayan

Ang pagsisikap ay kaakibat ng ating buhay

Tiyaga at kasipagan ang dapat tinataglay

Pagpupunyagi ay pinapairal sa sarili

Sapagkat ito'y makakatulong palagi

Ang ano mang nais ay siyang tunay na makakamit

Sa wagas at dakilnag hangarin ito'y di ipagkakait

Ang pagsisikap ay nagsisismula sa iyong sarili

Mabuting pag-uugali ay dapat siyang mananatali

Ang buhay sa mundo'y kailangan ng sakripisyo

Huwag pagiging masama ang gagawing bisyo

Pangarap at pagpupunyagi ay laging kaagay

Sapagkat ang buhay ay puno ng kulay

Mag-isip habang maaga ito ay napakahalaga

Huwag umasa sa iba habang ika'y may lakas pa

Tanging sipag at determinsayon ang iyong kailanagan

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 Ito ang iyong tanging kayamanan magpakailaman

KALIKASA’Y PAHALAGAHAN

Ang ganda ng kalikasan ay isang yaman

Na nararapat nating pahalagahan

Sapagkat ito'y ating pinagkukunan

Ng ating pang araw-araw na pangangailangan

Kung atin naming maiging pagmasdan

Makikita natin ang pagkasira ng kalikasan

Dahil sa ating katangahan at kapabayaan

Unti-unting nawala ang kagandahan

Ang simoy ng hangin na ating nilalanghap

Na noo'y sariwa't walang halong amoy

Ngunit ang ating hangin sa hinaharap

Ay parang isang lason na iniiwasang maamoy

Dahil ba ito sa pagkawala ng mga punongkahoy?

Kaya mas mainam ang pagtatanim ay dapat ipatuloy

Iwasan ang pagputol ng mga punongkahoy

Upang sariwa't malinis ang hanging maamoy

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 PAG-IBIG NI INA

Wala na yatang maka-papantay

Sa pagibig na wagas at pinaka dalisay

Tila mahikang nananalaytay

Dulot na ligaya ng aking inay.

Tila isang panaginip na nakapananabik

Pagaaruga't pagkalinga na tuwinay kalakip

Ng aking ina na sadyang marikit

Kapantay ay langit ng yakap at halik

Kaya naman ngayo'y aking nais ipabatid

Tulad mo'y isang bayaning sadyang kaibig-ibig

Dangal at paggalang ay nais ipahatid

Anumang pagsubok tiyak kakayanin.

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