簡單的英文詩歌
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：Mary
Barto Pa
There once was a young horse named Mary
This Mary was rather quite hairy
She blow-dried her hair
And now she's quite bare
Now she has less hair to carry!
：Chubby
Annamaria Tadlock
There once was a pony so fat,
He couldn't walk so he sat,
He tried walking one day,
Fell face-flat in the hay
and decidedto stay where he's at.
：Drizzle
Hello! My name is Drizzle. I am a tiny water drop.
Whew! The sun is heating me up! I am getting smaller and smaller.
Oh! I am going up! Up! Up! Into a cloud! Whee!
Look at them. They look just like me.
It is really cool up here. I like this place.
Hey! Look at me! I am getting bigger and bigger.
Oh, no! I am too big and heavy! I am falling from the sky!
Where am I now? Oh, I am in a river.
My friends are falling onto the ground. They are seeping into the ground.
Now this river is moving fast! Oh, no. A waterfall!
What is this place? Oh! I am being cleaned!
It's dark in here. Where am I going now?
Ohh! "Splash!" Wow! Here I am again!
：THE SIGNIFICANCE OF FAILURE
Robert H. Schuller
Failure doesn t mean you are a failure,
It does mean you haven t succeeded yet.
Failure doesn t mean you have accomplished nothing,
It does mean you have learned something.
Failure doesn t mean you have been a fool,
It does mean you had a lot of faith.
Failure doesn t mean you ve been disgraced,
It does mean you were willing to try.
Failure doesn t mean you don t have it,
It does mean you have to do something in a different way.
Failure doesn t mean you are inferior,
It does mean you are not perfect.
Failure doesn t mean you ve wasted your life,
It does mean you have a reason to start afresh.
Failure doesn t mean you should give up,
It does mean you must try harder.
Failure doesn t mean you ll never make it,
It does mean it will take a little longer.
Failure doesn t mean God has abandoned you,
It does mean God has a better idea.
：The Hinds
Kathleen Jamie
Walking in a waking dream
I watched nineteen deer
pour from ridgeto glen-floor,
then each in turn leap,
leap the new-raised
peat-dark burn. This
was the distaff side;
hinds at their ease, alive
to lands held on long lease
in their animal minds,
and filing through a breach
in a never-mended dyke,
the herdflowed up over
heather-slopes to scree
where they stopped, and turned to stare,
the foremost with a queenly air
as though to say: 'Aren't we
the bonniest companie?
Come to me,
You'll be happy, but never go home.'