Special education of the republic of uzbekistan

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats high over vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Besides the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay;

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee;

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed – and gazed – but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth

TAILOR
I saw a little Tailor sitting stich, stich, stich, stiching

Cross-legged on the floor of his kitch, kitch, kitchen.

His thumbs and his fingers so nim, nim, nimble

With his wax and his scissors and his thim, thim, thimble

His silk and his cotton he was thread, thread, threading

For a gown and a coat for a wed, wed, wedding,

His needle flew as swift as a swal, swal, swallow

And his spools and his reels and to fol, fol, follow.

He hummed as he worked a merry dit, dit, dittery:

“The bride is as plump as she’s pret, pret, pretty,

I wouldn’t have her taller or short, short, shorter,

She can laugh like the falling of wat, wat, water,

She can put a cherry-pie, togeth, geth, gether,

She can dance as light as a feath, feath, feather

She can sign as sweet, as a fid, fid, fiddle,

As she is twenty inches round the mid, mid, middle.”

OF ANIMALS’ HOUSES
Of animals’ houses

Two sorts are found –

Those which are square ones

And those which are round

A snail’s shell is curly,

A bird’s nest round;

Rabbits have twisty burrows

Underground.

Square is a hen-house,

A kennel a sty:

Cows have square houses

And so have I.

But the fish in the bowl

And the fish in the sea –

Their houses are round

As a house can be.

LAVANDER
“Lavander’s blue, diddle diddle” –

So goes the song;

All round her bush, diddle, diddle,

Butterflies throng

They love her well, diddle, diddle,

So do the bees;

While she herself diddle, diddle,

Sways in the breeze!

MICE
I think mice are rather nice.

Their tails are long,

Their faces small,

They haven’t any

Chins at all.

Their ears are pink,

Their teeth are white,

They run about

The house at night.

They nibble things

They shouldn’t touch

And no one seems

To like them much.

But I think mice are very nice.

MUD
Mud is very nice to feel

All squishy-squash between the toes!

I’d rather wade in widdy mud

Than smell a yellow rose.

Nobody else but the rosebush knows

How nice mud feels

Between the toes.

THE ROOSTER

What would we do,

I’d like to know,

Without that bird

That loves to crow?

Who wakes him up,

I’d like to know,

To tell him when

It’s time to crow.

I’ll get up early

One day, too,

And shout out:

“Cock-a-doodle-doo-oo.”

By Hilda I. Rostron