Speech Festival - Girls

S1 Girls - Some One

By Walter de la Mare

S2 Girls - An Alien Ate My Homework

By Kaye Umansky

S2 Girls - The Kitten at Play

By William Wordsworth

See the kitten on the wall,

Sporting with the leaves that fall,

Withered leaves, one, two and three,

Falling from the elder-tree;

Through the calm and frosty air

Of the morning bright and fair.

See the kitten, how she starts,

Crouches, stretches, paws and darts;

With a tiger-leap half way

Now she meets her coming prey.

Lets it go as fast and then

Has it in her power again.

Now she works with three and four,

Like an Indian conjuror;

Quick as he in feats of art,

Gracefully she plays her part;

Yet were gazing thousands there,

What would little Tabby care?

S3 Girls - The Snowman

By Roger McGough

Mother, while you were at the shops

and I was snoozing in my chair

I heard a tap at the window

saw a snowman standing there

He looked so cold and miserable

I almost could have cried

so I put the kettle on

and invited him inside

I made him a cup of cocoa

to warm the cockles of his nose

then he snuggled in front of the fire

for a cozy little doze

He lay there warm and smiling

softly counting sheep

I eavesdropped for a little while

then I too fell asleep

Seems he awoke and tiptoed out

exactly when I'm not too sure

it's a wonder you didn't see him

as you came in through the door

(oh, and by the way,

the kitten's made a puddle on the floor)

S4 Girls - A Televised Surprise

By David Harmer

Imagine our delight

Consternation and surprise

Our teacher on Come Dancing

Right before our eyes

She wore a dress of sequins

That glittered like a flight

Of silent, silver snowflakes

On a winter's night.

She really looked fantastic

No one could ignore

The magic of her dancing

Across the ballroom floor.

Her partner, tall and smart

Only saw him from the back,

Oily hair slicked down short

His suit and shoes were black.

He whirled and twirled her round

As the music got much faster

And then he faced the camera

It was our headmaster!

They seemed to dance for ever

Having so much fun

And then the competition stopped

The pair of them had won.

S5 Girls - What Teachers Wear in Bed!

By Brian Moses

It's anybody's guess

what teachers wear in bed at night

so we held a competition

to see if any of us were right.

We did a spot of research,

although some of them wouldn't say,

but it's probably something funny

as they look pretty strange by day.

Our Head teacher's quite old-fashioned,

he wears a Victorian nightshirt,

our sports teacher wears her tracksuit

and sometimes her netball skirt.

That new teacher in the infants

wears bedsocks with see-through pyjamas,

our Deputy Head wears a T-shirt

he brought back from the Bahamas.

We asked our secretary what she wore

but she shooed us out of her room,

and our teacher said, her favourite nightie

and a splash of expensive perfume.

And Mademoiselle, who teaches French,

is really very rude,

she whispered, 'Alors! Don't tell a soul,

but I sleep in the ... back bedroom!'

S6 Girls - The Lady of Shalott (up to 3.15)

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson