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Friday, July 17, 2009

Flowers Are Red

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salam

sejak dua menjak ni, jiwa makin kearah keanak-anakan, kesan dari ' bergelumang' dengan kanak-kanak selama seminggu lebih , tiap apa-apa yang saya buat, saya akan ingat kat budak-budak tuh, mana lah hilangnya 'keprofesionalan' jadi seorang ustazah, jiwa makin kacau, kata orang,hehe~

sedih..

hari ni last jadi ustazah, minggu depan ustazah sebenar diorang kembali, malam ni dah rindu kat diorang, dengan serangan soalan bertubi-tubi.dengan gelak sakan..aduih..

nak-nak main kejar-kejar dengan diorang, boleh pulak keluar kelas secara berjemaah, ye, kalau cerita kat akak, mesti dia cakap saya terlalu berlembut-cikgu lah katakan..

"hanisah, berkejaran dengan budak-budak tadi?"erk..

penolong kanan satu 'serang' saya waktu masuk bilik guru.hehe, nasib baik bukan nak marah saya.

"nak jadi apa lah budak-budak tu, tak hormat guru langsung, ustazah lain dah geleng-geleng.

"nak kena budak-budak ni." sampuk beberepa orang ustazah yang lain.kalau depan budak-budak tuh, saya dah angkat ibu jari"padan muka,ustazah menang'

ye, saya memang takde bakat jadi ustazah kan.

teringat diorang berebut-rebut 'jemput' saya kat bilik guru kalau saya terlambat masuk sikit.

"Ustazah, cepat lah masuk, ustazah cakap nak ajar warna..nak tolong ustazah angkat barang.."aduhaiii..

"ustazah ada tangan lagi lah.."

nah hadiah, hajat nak bawak laptop ajar bebudak tuh nyanyi dua lagu ni, tapi, takut lain pulak jadinya nanti,hehe.

Flowers Are Red lyrics by Zain Bhikha



The little boy went first day of school
He got some crayons and started to draw
He put colors all over the paper
For colors was what he saw
And the teacher said.. What you doin' young man
I'm paintin' flowers he said
She said... It's not the time for art young man
And anyway flowers are green and red
There's a time for everything young man
And a way it should be done
You've got to show concern for everyone else
For you're not the only one

And she said...
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

But the little boy said...
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one

Well the teacher said.. You're sassy
There's ways that things should be
And you'll paint flowers the way they are
So repeat after me.....

And she said...
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

But the little boy said...
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one

The teacher put him in a corner
She said.. It's for your own good..
And you won't come out 'til you get it right
And all responding like you should
Well finally he got lonely
Frightened thoughts filled his head
And he went up to the teacher
And this is what he said.. and he said

Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

Time went by like it always does
And they moved to another town
And the little boy went to another school
And this is what he found
The teacher there was smilin'
She said...Painting should be fun
And there are so many colors in a flower
So let's use every one

But that little boy painted flowers
In neat rows of green and red
And when the teacher asked him why
This is what he said.. and he said

Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen.


Pizza In His Pocket



Pizza In His Pocket lyrics by Zain Bhikha




Did you ever hear about the boy
Who ate and ate and ate!
He ate early in the morning
And he ate when it was late.
But he didn't thank Allah for all the yummy food he had
And he ate so much it made him sick!
Which really made him sad.
He ate dates in Damascus, which he thought were very nice.
And hot samoosas in Sumatra, seasoned with a special spice.
He had tacos in Tijuana with some sauce he got from Spain
And a bowl of fresh bakalava that he bartered in Bahrain.
He said gyros made in Cairo are a taste that can't be beat,
And the lemonade in Yemen made a very special treat.
But the turkey made in Turkey
Could still use a pinch of salt.
If you ever visit Malta, you should
Have a chocolate malt!
He had pizza in his pocket, he had ketchup on his shirt,
And he bought an ice-cream sundae, so he wouldn't miss dessert.
He had pizza in his pocket, he had ketchup on his shirt,
And he bought an ice-cream sundae, so he wouldn't miss dessert.

On a bay in the Bahamas,
He ate bon-bons in a bunch.
And then he rushed back
Home so he could make it
Just in time for lunch!
Then one day he saw a little girl, who held her tummy tight,
And he walked over and asked her if everything was alright.
She said she was so hungry and had been hungry for so long,
Then he realized the way he ate was very very wrong.
He looked down at his own tummy and he started feeling pain-
Pain from eating too much food, but he knew not to complain.
So he brought the girl some food, shared it with her family,
Then they thanked Allah for what they had, and then he let them be.
So let's try to learn a lesson and let's try to do what's right.
Eat the food your parents give you without a fuss or fight.
Always be thankful to Allah for all your yummy food,
Share what you have with others, because not sharing is rude.
Being thankful is what's really great.
Eat the veggies on your plate.
And don't be like the boy who always ate and ate and ate!
He had pizza in his pocket, he had ketchup on his shirt,
And he bought an ice-cream sundae, so he wouldn't miss dessert.
He had pizza in his pocket, he had ketchup on his shirt,
And he bought an ice-cream sundae, so he wouldn't miss dessert.
Being thankful is what's really great.
Eat the veggies on your plate.
And don't be like the boy who always ate and ate and ate!




3 comments:

cikgu_eya said...

Love the songs very much... lagu yang mengajar tentang peluang kepada kanak2 menunjukkan kreativiti mereka. Manusia dewasa pula, cuba mempaternkan mereka menjadi manusia stereotype. Lagu ke dua, mengajar untuk berkongsi... Good choices.

ana tak rasa salah pn, maen dgn kanak2. asalkan, kawalan kelas mantap dan berkesan. Ana mengajar skolah rendah dulu pn, sentiasa buat games ilmiah untuk remains their attention and interest during lesson.

nessa syahirah said...

waa..cikgu eya yang lame tak dengor kabo..hehe

2 lagu ni mmg best, byk input positif.

nak jadi ustazah kena berguru ngn cikgu eya dulu nih..huhu

damaiinx said...

salam,nessa syhirah ( sedap name 2,ori ker..maksudnyer name sebeno ?) aper 2...
DUNIA PENDIDIKAN nie...kerja para2 nabi dr dulu...hingga kiamat.
kITERLAH...penyambung kerje nabi2 nie..bdakwah.
Selalu..bpesan kat GURU-GURU PASTI agar..krjayanie bukan kelas kdua @ x klas...dbahu kiterlah memikul amanah Allah nie...kan dsambung para2 daie hingga kiamat....dan paling mulia keje nie diambil oleh muslimah..kerana muslimah ade sifat kibuan,klembutan nd sgalanyer..pada sntuhan jiwa manusia.bbanding lelakikannn..
# maaf yer nessa..minte jgn b..cik2,tulis jer dmx...lbih mesra nd ikhlas......hihihik

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