Tomatoes, onions, peppers, fish,
Garlic nor cottage cheese;
Oh, it's a dish uncommon rare
That truly seems to please.
No red sauce may the ice cream have,
"It's bleeding," they will say;
And gravely hand it to their mum
To take it clean away.
But let us speak of chocolate cake,
It must be frosted o'er;
Then they'll devour three full slabs,
And calmly ask for more.
Oh, I do so always love to eat
With picky little pests,
Whose parents joy to make them
The most undesirable guests!
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It's doing your job the best you can,
And being just to your fellow man;
It's making money - but holding friends, And being
true to your
aims and ends.
It's figuring how and learning why,
And looking forward and thinking high;
And dreaming a little and doing much,
It's keeping always in closest touch.
With what is finest in word and deed,
It's being through, yet making speed;
It's daring blithely the field of chance,
While making labour a brave romance.
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The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone's place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotised by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink- -
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?
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"Oh the value of the elderly! How could
anyone not know?
They hold so many keys, so many things they can
show.
We all will reach the other side this I firmly
believe
And the elderly are closest oh what clues we could
retrieve.
For their characters are closest to how we’ll be
on high.
They are the ones most developed, you can see it
if you try.
They’ve let go of the frivolous and kept things
that are dear.
The memories of so sweet, of loved ones that were
near.
As a nation we are missing our greatest true
resource,
To get to know our elders and let them guide our
course."
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Tell me
is it right
That we
sleep well at night
Replenishing
ourselves
For
tomorrow's greedy fight
There
lie abundant rivers with pollution
There
fly multiple clouds with contamination
And when
good food goes to waste
The
valleys of the earth bury their paste
Our
world is an institution
Of
environmental pollution
We
choose not to care
For our
future generations
And I
for one am guilty
For
buying the hundreds of electronic gadgets
That
attracts the industries to produce like maggots
Environmental
pollution is at the heart of our planet.
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There
was a roaring in the wind all night;
The rain
came heavily and fell in floods;
But now
the sun is rising calm and bright,
The
birds are singing in the distant woods;
Over his
own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods;
The Jay
makes answer as the Magpie chatters;
And all
the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.
All
things that love the sun are out of doors;
The sky
rejoices in the morning's birth;
The
grass is bright with raindrops - on the moors
The hare
is running races in her mirth;
And with
her feet she from the plashy earth
Raises a
mist; that, glittering in the sun,
Runs
with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
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The
forests are dying
Wild
life is crying
Millions
of fish are dying
Mother
earth is sighing
Tell me
is it right
That we
sleep well at night
Replenishing
ourselves
For
tomorrows greedy fight
Overcrowded
trains
Overloaded
brains
Where is
the light? What is our plight?
While
river break their banks
And
greedy industries play their polluted pranks.
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Let us
salute Republic Day - let us salute its rising sun,
And let
us greet our Motherland and bow before her feet and say
Mother!
your millions meet and swear on this, our proud Republic Day,
That we
shall sink all differences and see all bickering is done -
We shall
arise to dream like one, to toil like one, to build like one.
O
Mother! teach our hands to bear
The lamp
of peace your hands have borne
Through
centuries of stress and strife.
May your
chaste image make us dare
To bare
the mark which Time has worn,
Black
mask of death to frighten life!
The
grinning mask of death and doom worn by crass enemies of truth.
Who have
raised gardens for themselves over the grave of martyred
youth,
Over the
graveyards of the world have planted, with loud boast and
brag.
With
insolent, relentless hands, their base, unblushing bloodstained
flag.
Republic
Day of India! Your dawning shall begin to mark
New
harbour lights for troubled ships about to flounder in the dark,
The dark
which tyranny has wrought across all earth and sea and sky,
Who
claps his callous hands in glee and laughs to see the millions die…
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There
was a roaring in the wind all night;
The rain
came heavily and fell in floods;
But now
the sun is rising calm and bright,
The
birds are singing in the distant woods;
Over his
own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods;
The Jay
makes answer as the Magpie chatters;
And all
the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.
All
things that love the sun are out of doors;
The sky
rejoices in the morning's birth;
The
grass is bright with raindrops - on the moors
The hare
is running races in her mirth;
And with
her feet she from the plashy earth
Raises a
mist; that, glittering in the sun,
Runs
with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
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