The Sea
The Kind of Bath for Me
    by Sir Edward Parry

You can take a tub with a rub and a scrub
   in a two-foot tank of tin;
You can stand and look at the whirling brook
   and think about jumping in;
You can chatter and shake in the cold black lake,
   but the kind of bath for me,
Is to take a dip from the side of a ship,
    in the trough of the rolling sea.
You may lie and dream in the bed of a stream
   when an August day is dawning,
Or believe 'tis nice to break the ice
   on your tub of a winter morning;
You may sit and shiver beside the river,
   but the kind of bath for me,
Is to take a dip from the side of a ship
    in the trough of the rolling sea.		 There Are Big Waves
   by Eleanor Farjeon

There are big waves and little waves,
Green waves and blue,
Waves you can jump over,
Waves that you dive through,
Waves that rise up
Like a great water wall,
Waves that swell softly
And don't break at all,
Waves that can whisper,
Waves that can roar
And tiny waves that run at you
Running on the shore



Science Pages
by Gary Gangnier , Teacher, Saint Vincent's Elementary School
Central Quebec School Board
Sillery, Quebec