Song of the Year
UAE National Anthem
Arabic Song of the Week
Song of the Week for our Babies
The Wheels On The Bus
Song of the Week for Our Playgroup 1s
This is the way
Song of the Week for our Playgroup IIs - UAE National Anthem National Anthem
Song of the Week for our Foundation Years
UAE National Anthem
International Children's Day celebration:
Fairy Angel Visit the Nursery
Story Enactment by Teachers
"The Hungry Bee"
On the occasion of the International Children's Day, we dedicate these poems to all the children of our nursery.
A Baby is a Miracle
This little tiny baby
Was sent from God above
To fill our hearts with happiness
And touch our lives with love
He must have known
We’d give our all
And always do our best
To give our precious baby love
And be grateful and so blessed
OUR PLAYGROUP I
Someday I’ll ….
Someday I’ll jump through puddles,Take a stroll or run a race.
Someday I’ll walk across the street,
Or maybe walk in space,
Someday I’ll scale a mountain,
Or I’ll join a ballet corps.
Someday I’ll walk a tightrope,
Or explore the ocean floor.
Someday these feet will do some things,
That only heaven knows,
But for today they’re happy
Just to wiggle all their toes.
~ Author Unknown ~
OUR PLAYGROUP IIs
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest things about him is the way he likes to grow-
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.
He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
OUR FOUNDATION YEAR
My four-year-old daughter handed me a card.
To Daddy written on the front
and inside a rough field
of five-pointed lights, and the words
You’re my favorite Daddy in the stars.
In this western night we all light the sky
like Vega, Deneb, Altair, Albireo,
the Summer Triangle,
Cygnus the Swan, our hair
tangled with wood and gravel,
our eyes like vacant docks
that beckon every boat.
Tell me about the word
stars, I said.
Oh, she said. Sorry.
I didn’t know
how to spell world.
AFTERNOON KIDS' CLUB
AL HAMRA NURSERY