“I Use My Words” by Jaymie Gerard
Goodness, I am ANGRY
It makes me want to SHOUT
And STOMP and WEAR A MEAN FACE
To let the ANGER out
Instead I USE MY WORDS to say
WHAT I AM MAD ABOUT
Goodness, I am sad today
It makes me want to cry
And pout and whine and whimper
And sniffle, sob and sigh
Instead I use my words
To tell everybody why
Goodness, I am happy!
It makes me want to run
And go wild and act all crazy
Until the day is done
Instead I use my words ‘cause that way
We can ALL have fun!
When my FEELINGS get too STRONG
I know it’s time to say,
“I’ll USE MY WORDS to show how I feel
In a SAFE and HEALTHY way”
“Tell Me Who” By Jaymie Gerard
Who put the holes in my Swiss cheese?
Who put the hair on Daddy’s knees?
Who put the “thank you” after “please”?
Someone, tell me who!
Who put the button in my belly?
Who took fruit and made it jelly?
Who made feet so awfully smelly?
Tell me, was it you?
“Paint Me a Picture” by Jaymie Gerard
Paint me a picture
Sing me a song
Give me a giggle
Bring me along
Write me a riddle
Tell me a clue
Shine me a smile
I love you
“If We All Were Robots” by Jaymie Gerard
If we all were robots
Instead of girls and boys
Maybe we’d have humans
To play with as our toys
We’d keep them in our closets
And take them out for games
We’d dress them up in little clothes
And give them funny names
We’d take them to the marketplace
We’d take them to the pool
We’d listen to them singing songs
And send them off to school
We’d see them getting taller
We’d help them as they grow
We’d wish that they’d get smaller
But they don’t do that, you know
They’d grow up to be astronauts
And presidents and kings
We’d pretend that we were humans
So we could do human-like things
So we might as well be humans
If we ever get the choice
‘Cause who’d want to be robots
When we could be girls or boys?
Grapefruit by Jaymie Gerard
There’s one fruit I can say I hate
(Though others seem to think it’s great)
It looks kind of like an orange but
You’ll smell the difference when it’s cut
It’s usually a softball’s size
And yellowish or pink inside
It’s bitter, even with some sugar
The pulp, to me, feels like a booger
It’s just the worst, you can’t debate –
So Mom, WHY IS IT ON MY PLATE?!