Learn to Read with George

See me jump.
See me run.
See me hop.
It is fun.
See me hop.
See me run.
See me jump.
Fun, fun fun.

See me jump.
On my bed.
I jump so high.
I bump my head.
On the ceiling.
On the roof.
I hit it hard.
Ouch! Ugh! Oof!

I say a word.
It is bad.
It is rude.
I am glad.
I like to swear.
It is fun.
Bad words, rude
words.
Fun, fun, fun.

Hop, hop, hop.
Bump, bump, bump.
Swear, swear, swear.
Jump, jump, jump.
On my tummy.
On my bum.
See me jump.
Fun, fun, fun.

Hear my bed springs.
Hear them groan.
Hear them squeak.
Hear them moan.
Squeak, squeak,
squeak.
Groan, groan, groan.
Creak, creak, creak.
Moan, moan, moan.

This is not good.
This is bad.
Mum will hear.
She'll get mad.
I'll be in trouble.
I'll be sad.
Big trouble, bad trouble.
Bad, bad, bad.

Oh no! Oh no!
Here she comes.
Oh no! Oh no!
Here comes my mum.
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
Down the hall!
I do not like this.
Not at all!

The door flies open.
She's mad as hell.
See her point.
Hear her yell:
'Are you jumping
on your bed?
You stupid boy!
You'll crack your head!
I've told you once.
I've told you twice.
It is not good.
It is not right.
You must not jump
upon your bed!
Do you understand?'
she says.

I can fib.
It is fun.
I can fib
to anyone.
I fib to Dad.
I fib to Mum.
Fib, fib, fib.
Fun, fun, fun.

See me shrug.
Hear me fib.
'But, Mum,' I say,
'I never did.
It was not me.
It was my legs.
My naughty, wicked,
jumping legs.'

See my mummy
shake her head.
See her drag me
off the bed.
Hear her say:
'That is not true.
I will have to
punish you.'

See me struggle.
See me fight.
See my mummy
hold me tight.
Being punished
is not fun.
See me bite her.
See me run.

See me run.
Run, run, run.
See Mum run.
Run, run, run.
See us run.
Run, run, run.
Run, run, run.
Fun, fun, fun.

Around the bedroom.
Out the door.
See the staircase!
See me fall!
Down the stairs
on my rump.
Hear me bounce.
Bump, bump, bump.

See me land.
On the floor.
See me run.
To the door.
I must get out.
I must go fast.
Mum is looking
danger-arse.

See the door.
It opens wide.
See two big legs.
They step inside.
This is not good.
This is bad.
Those big legs
belong to Dad.

I must get out.
I must get past.
I must think quick.
I must think fast.
I know what!
I'll play a game.
Dad's a tunnel.
And I'm a train!

'Look out!' I say.
'Let me through!
I'm a train.
Choo, choo, choo.'
I push my head
against his knees.
'Toot-toot,' I say.
'Open, please.'

See Daddy smile.
He bends down low.
'Go, little train.
Go, go, go.'
He opens his legs.
I'm almost out.
But then I hear
my mummy shout:

'Stop that boy!
Stop him now!
He must be stopped!
I don't care how!
He's jumped and fibbed
and fought and bit.
He must not get
away with it!'

Feel Daddy's legs
squeeze me tight.
'What's this?' he says.
'This is not right!
You should not jump.
You should not fight.
You should not fib.
You should not bite.'

See Daddy grab me
by the ear.
Hear Mummy whoop
and clap and cheer.
Hear Daddy rant, roar,
rave and boom.
See them shut me
in my room.

I'm in trouble.
I've been bad.
I sit on my bed.
I feel sad.
But I know how to make sad stop.
I can jump.
I can hop.

Hop, hop, hop.
Jump, jump, jump.
Bounce, bounce, bounce.
Bump, bump, bump.
On my tummy.
On my bum.
See me jump.
Fun, fun, fun.