Yak

As my population continues waning,

My name takes on a more negative meaning

When people call me a gossip, I can’t help but balk

Because, silly humans, I can’t even talk!

Zebra

Wise is the one who can solve my riddles

Am I black with white stripes or reverse?

How can simple lines on skin

Create a pattern unique and diverse?

For several days without food or water

How can I still move along?

I’m called a zebra but look like a donkey

With which group do I truly belong?

Movement in the Classroom

Movement in the classroom

Is great for any age

Take a break for your brain’s sake

To get out from your cage

Movement in the classroom

Promotes a healthy mind

You grown new cells to help excel

On tasks of every kind

Movement in the classroom

Helps you to behave

It takes away the need to play

That children often crave

Movement in the classroom

Won’t take up precious time

Implicit learning will occur

While content’s at its prime

Movement in the classroom

Aids in improving recall

Exercise makes students wise

And brings good to one and all

Movement in the classroom

Builds an active community

It keeps you fit and helps transmit

A sense of classroom unity

What's in a Map?

Maps help us find out where we are

Whether we travel by plane or car

They help us make our next wise move

Let’s get into the map reading groove!

On top you see a title line

Here the map’s name we can find

Next we have a legend or key

To tell us what the symbols mean

Of course we need the place to show

Exactly where we need to go

Or where we are now in the world

Or where to find other boys and girls

Somewhere we must see a scale

To give the map some more detail

And make sure distances aren’t wrong

Since Boston’s not really one inch long

North, East, South, West, you can find those

Directions on the compass rose

Maps can show us many places

So put a smile on those faces!

Your Choice

If our lives were about to change
The old gave way to new and strange
Would you run off or would you stay
To struggle through a brand new day

What if the stuff of fantasy
Became a stark reality
If all of our future hopes and dreams
Became a distant memory

What happens if it’s just too late
To take back what we speculate
Would you be there to hold my hand
Or fade like footsteps in the sand

If life turned before you could get set
Would I become your one regret
If I resigned to do my time
What choice would you make, and why?

Happiness

If people could see the world through my eyes
And feel the same way that I feel inside
They too would have this endless smile
And feel that life is truly worthwhile
If they could share in my happiness
And see that all turns out for the best
They too would feel blessed from above
If they could experience such true love

respect

r-e-s-p-e-c-t
you have no idea it means the world to me
'cause somehow, without a doubt, you always fail to see
you've never given me the one thing i need

you should respect me

you emphatically deny that deep down inside
i am human too, just like you
just like all those people you call your friends
even though, you know, in the end
for you, they wouldn't break or bend
the way i have time and time again
sacrificing the way i really feel
just to stand up to the emotional blows you deal

you have to respect me

what is it you want from me?
all you do is constantly
bother me
call me out on this and that
wonder how i did all this crap
saying, "you're not good enough,
and you'll never be, either"
oh please, compared to you, i look like
june cleaver
not that i'm perfect
everybody's got flaws
heck, thanks to you, i know that better than all

i need you to respect me

you treat me like dirt
slowly eroding all my self worth
till happiness is a faraway dream
you parade around like a queen
of the castle where i'm your court jester
saying, "lemme push, see how much i can test her"
well guess what, i finally know better
that's not what i deserve
i don't care what you've heard
i've earned what i've got
whether you like it or not

show me some freaking respect!