Year 6

6Y - Mrs Allen

Tally is ten years old and she's just like her friends. Well, sometimes she is. If she tries really hard to be. Because there's something that makes Tally not the same as her friends. Something she can't cover up, no matter how hard she tries: Tally is autistic.

Tally's autism means there are things that bother her even though she wishes they didn't. It means that some people misunderstand, her and feel frustrated by her.

People think that because Tally's autistic, she doesn't realise what they're thinking, but Tally sees and hears - and notices - all of it. And, honestly? That's not the easiest thing to live with.

Green Eggs and Ham

by Dr Seuss

The Jaberwocky

by Lewis Carroll

My Mother Saw a Dancing Bear

by Charles Causley

I am Daniel

I am sam 

Sam I am 

That Sam-I-am 

That Sam-I-am!

I do not like that Sam-I-am

Do you like green eggs and ham? 

I do not like them Sam-I-am. 

I do not like Green eggs and ham. 

Would you like them here or there? 

I would not like them here or there, 

I would not like them anywhere. 

I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them Sam-I-am

Would you like them in a house? 

Would you like them with a mouse? 

I do not like them in a house, 

i do not like them with a mouse, 

I do not like them here or there, 

I do not like them anywhere. 

I do not like Green eggs and ham. 

I do not like them, Sam-I-am. 

(Extract from the book)

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

   Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
   And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son
   The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
   The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
   Long time the manxome foe he sought
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
   And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
   The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
   And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two!

And through and through
   The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
   He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
   Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
   He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
   Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
   And the mome raths outgrabe.

My mother saw a dancing bear
By the schoolyard, a day in June.
The keeper stood with chain and bar
And whistle-pipe, and played a tune.

And bruin lifted up its head
And lifted up its dusty feet,
And all the children laughed to see
It caper in the summer heat.

They watched as for the Queen it died.
They watched it march. They watched it halt.
They heard the keeper as he cried,
‘Now, roly-poly﹗’ ‘Somersault﹗’

And then, my mother said, there came
The keeper with a begging-cup,
The bear with burning coat of fur,
Shaming the laughter to a stop.

They paid a penny for the dance,
But what they saw was not the show;
Only, in bruin’s aching eyes,
Far-distant forests, and the snow