Target: teach children to jump on two legs, listen carefully to the text and run away only when the last words are spoken.

Description. Children stand on one side of the playground, next to them is a teacher with a ball in his hands. He shows how easily and high the ball bounces if it is beaten off with the hand, accompanying the actions with the words:

My cheerful ringing ball

Where did you jump off to?

Red, yellow, blue,

Don't chase after you.

Then the teacher invites the children to jump, while hitting the ball on the ground. After reading the poem again, he says: “Now I’ll catch up!” Children stop jumping and run away. The teacher pretends to catch them. The teacher, without using the ball, invites the children to perform jumps, while he himself raises and lowers his hand above the heads of the children, as if hitting the balls.

Mobile game "It's snowing"

Target: to teach to correlate their own actions with the actions of the participants in the game; exercise children in running, making turns around themselves.

The teacher reads the poem:

White fluffy snow is spinning in the air,

And quietly falls to the ground, lies down.

Children run around in circles.

Mobile game "Sun and rain"

Target: to teach children to walk and run in all directions, without bumping into each other, to teach them to act on the signal of the teacher.

Description. Children squat down behind the line indicated by the teacher. The teacher says: “The sun is in the sky! You can go for a walk." Children run around the playground. To the signal: “Rain! Hurry home!” - run for the designated line and squat down. The teacher says again: “Sunny! Go for a walk" and the game is repeated.

Mobile game "Airplanes"

Target: teach children to run in different directions without bumping into each other; teach them to listen carefully to the signal and start moving on the verbal signal.

Description. The teacher invites the children to prepare for the "flight", having previously shown how to "start" the engine and how to "fly". The teacher says: “Get ready for the flight. Start the engines!" - children make rotational movements with their hands in front of the chest and pronounce the sound: “Rrr”. After the teacher's signal: "Let's fly!" - children spread their arms to the sides (like the wings of an airplane) and “fly” - scatter in different directions. At the signal of the educator: "To land!" - The children sit on the bench.

Mobile game "Bubble"

Target: to teach children to become in a circle, to make it wider, then narrower, to teach them to coordinate their movements with the spoken words.

Description. Children, together with the teacher, hold hands and form a small circle, standing close to each other. The teacher says:

Inflate, bubble, inflate, big,

Stay like this and don't break.

The players step back and hold hands until the teacher says: “The bubble has burst!”, Then they lower their hands and squat down, while saying: “Clap!” You can also invite the children after the words: “The bubble burst” to move to the center of the circle, still holding hands and pronouncing the sound: “Shhh” (air comes out). Then the children “inflate” the bubble again - they step back, forming a large circle.

Mobile game "Snowflakes and wind"

Target: development of children's imagination, attentiveness, ability to play in a team; exercise in running, making turns around yourself, in squats.

The teacher says the words:

Now I'll take a look:

Who knows how to have fun

Who is not afraid of frost.

The educator - "wind" imitates a breath of wind, and the children - "snowflakes" move around the site, depicting the flight of snowflakes. Children hide (sit down) when the teacher stops blowing.

Text: Fedor Kosichkin

Children's counting rhymes, nursery rhymes, lullabies and other children's poems meet every person literally in the cradle. And they, as a rule, accompany until death. Of course, those few educated people who are capable of quoting Mandelstam or Rilke (in the original) in a “difficult moment of life” are admired, but much more than those who think to themselves:

A bull is walking, swinging,
Sighs on the go:
- Oh, the board ends,
Now I will fall!

And once in an awkward situation, he will tease:

Here's how scattered
From Basseinaya Street!

Or, to cheer yourself up, say:

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
Dropped a ball into the river.
- Hush, Tanechka, don't cry:
The ball will not sink in the river.

Frost and sun! Wonderful day!

Of course, only a Russian poet could write this line that comes to mind on a fine winter day. But Pushkin also remembers something else:

Wind, wind! You are powerful!
You drive flocks of clouds!

Children's poems are the real "spiritual bonds" that unite the population into the people. Probably not the only ones. But certainly the most durable. And the most natural.

Agnia Lvovna Barto

BEAR

At dropped the bear on the floor
They cut off the bear's paw.
I won't throw it away anyway.
Because he's good.

BUCK

And baby bull, swaying,
Sighs on the go:
- Oh, the board ends,
Now I will fall!

BALL

H Asha Tanya is crying loudly:
Dropped a ball into the river.
- Hush, Tanechka, don't cry:
The ball will not sink in the river.

Samuil Marshak

BAGGAGE

D ama checked in luggage:
Sofa,
Suitcase,
bag,
Picture, basket, cardboard
And a little dog.

Issued to a lady at the station
Four green receipts
About the baggage received:
Sofa,
Suitcase,
bag,
Painting, basket, cardboard
And a little dog.

Things are being taken to the platform.
They are thrown into an open car.
Ready. Packed luggage:
Sofa,
Suitcase,
bag,
Painting, basket, cardboard
And a little dog.
But just the bell rang
A puppy ran out of the car.

Missed at Dno station:
One place is lost.
In fright, they consider luggage:
Sofa,
Suitcase,
bag,
Painting, Basket, Cardboard…
- Comrades! Where is the doggy?

Suddenly they see: standing at the wheels
Huge fluffy dog.
They caught him - and in luggage,
Where the bag lay
Painting,
Basket,
Cardboard,
Where was the dog before?

As soon as we arrived in Tver,
Opened tailgate
And they began to carry in the crew
Arriving lady luggage:
Sofa,
Suitcase,
bag,
Picture, basket, cardboard,
And they led the dog in the back.


The dog is howling.
And the lady will scream:
- Robbers! The thieves! Freaks!
The dog is not the right breed!
She threw the suitcase
She pushed the sofa with her foot,
picture,
basket,
Cardboard ...
Give me back my dog!

Allow me, citizen, at the station,
According to the baggage check
We received luggage from you:
Sofa,
Suitcase,
bag,
picture,
basket,
Cardboard
And a little dog...

However
During the journey
Dog
I could grow up!
1

Samuil Marshak

THAT'S WHAT SCATTERED

AND silt scattered man
On Basseinaya Street.
He sat down on the bed in the morning
Started putting on a shirt
Put his hands in the sleeves -
It turned out they were pants.
Here's how scattered
From Basseinaya Street!

He began to put on a coat -
They tell him it's not.

Began to pull on gaiters -
They tell him: not yours.
Here's how scattered
From Basseinaya Street!

Instead of a hat on the go
He put on the frying pan.

Gloves instead of boots
Pulled on his heels.
Here's how scattered
From Basseinaya Street!


Once upon a tram
He was driving to the station
And opening the doors
The leader said:
- Dear
Carriage respected!
Carriagedear
Dear!
No matter what
I have to go.
Is it possible by the tram
Station stop?

The counselor was surprised -
The tram stopped.
Here's how scattered
From Basseinaya Street!

He went to the buffet
Buy yourself a ticket.

And then rushed to the cashier
Buy a bottle of kvass.
Here's how scattered
From Basseinaya Street!

He ran to the platform
Sat in the uncoupled wagon,
He brought bundles and suitcases,
Scattered them under the sofas,
Sat in the corner in front of the window
And fell asleep peacefully...
- What kind of half-station is this?
He screamed early.
And from the platform they say:
- This is the city of Leningrad.
He slept again
And looked out the window again

I saw a big train station
surprised and said:
What is this stop?
Bologoe or Popovka? -
And from the platform they say:
- This is the city of Leningrad.
He slept again
And looked out the window again
I saw a big train station
Stretched and said:
- What kind of station is this -
Dibuny or Yamskaya? -
And from the platform they say:
- This is the city of Leningrad.

He shouted: - What a joke!
I'm on my second day
And I came back
And he came to Leningrad!
Here's how scattered
From Basseinaya Street!

MOIDODYR

O act
ran away
The sheet has flown
And a pillow
Like a frog
Ran away from me.


I'm for the candle
Candle in the oven!
I'm for the book
Ta - run
And skipping
Under the bed!

I want to drink tea
I run to the samovar,
But pot-bellied from me
Run away like fire.

God, God
What happened?
From what
All around
started spinning
spun
And rushed the wheel?

Irons for boots
Boots for pies
Pies for irons,
Poker for a sash -
Everything is spinning
And spinning
And rushes somersault.

Suddenly from my mother's bedroom,
Bow-legged and lame,
Washbasin runs out
shakes his head:

“Oh you, ugly, oh you, dirty,
Unwashed pig!
You're blacker than a chimney sweep
Love yourself:
You have wax on your neck
You have a blob under your nose
You have such hands
That even trousers ran away
Even trousers, even trousers
They ran away from you.

Early in the morning at dawn
The mice are washing
Both kittens and ducklings
And bugs and spiders.

You alone did not wash
And remained dirty
And ran away from dirty
And stockings and boots.

I am the Great Washbasin
The famous Moidodyr,
Washbasin Head
And washcloths Commander!
If I stamp my foot
Call my soldiers
Into this room in a crowd
Wash basins will fly in
And they bark and howl,
And their feet will pound
And you a brainwasher
Unwashed, they will give -
Directly to the Moyka
Directly to Moyka
Head down!"

He hit the copper basin
And he cried out: "Kara-baras!"

And now brushes, brushes
They crackled like rattles
And let me rub
Sentence:

"My, my chimney sweep
Clean, clean, clean, clean!
Will be, will be a chimney sweep
Clean, clean, clean, clean!"

Here the soap jumped
And clung to the hair
And wilted, and lathered,
And bit like a wasp.

And from a mad washcloth
I ran like a stick
And she is behind me, behind me
Along Sadovaya, along Sennaya.

I'm to the Tauride Garden,
Jumped over the fence
And she follows me
And bites like a wolf.

Suddenly towards my good,
My favorite crocodile.
He is with Totosha and Kokosha
Walked along the alley
And a washcloth, like a jackdaw,
Like a jackdaw, swallowed.

And then how it roars
On me,
How to pound with feet
On me:
"Go home,
He speaks,
Yes, wash your face
He speaks,
And not how I'll get on,
He speaks,
I will trample and swallow!”
He speaks.

How I started running down the street,
I ran to the washbasin again.
Soap, soap
Soap, soap
Washed endlessly
Washed off and waxed
And ink
From an unwashed face.

And now trousers, trousers
So they jumped into my hands.

And behind them is a pie:
"Come on, eat me, my friend!"

And then a sandwich:
Jumped - and right in the mouth!


Here comes the book
The notebook turned
And the grammar started
Dance with arithmetic.

Here is the Great Washbasin,
The famous Moidodyr,
Washbasin Head
And washcloth Commander,
Ran up to me dancing
And, kissing, he said:
"Now I love you,
Now I praise you!
Finally, you dirty
Pleased Moidodyr!”

Gotta, gotta wash
Mornings and evenings
And unclean chimney sweeps -
Shame and disgrace!
Shame and disgrace!

Long live scented soap,
And a fluffy towel
And tooth powder
And thick scallop!

Let's wash, splash,
Swim, dive, tumble
In a tub, in a trough, in a tub,
In the river, in the stream, in the ocean -
And in the bath, and in the bath,
Anytime and anywhere -
Eternal glory to water!

FLY TSOKOTUKHA

M ear, Fly-Tsokotuha,
Gilded belly!

The fly went across the field,
The fly found the money.

Fly went to the market
And bought a samovar:

"Come, cockroaches,
I'll treat you to tea!"

The cockroaches came running
All the glasses were drunk

And the insects -
Three cups
With milk
And a pretzel:
Today Fly-Tsokotuha
Birthday girl!

Fleas came to Mukha,
They brought her boots
And boots are not simple -
They have gold clasps.

Came to Mukha
Grandma bee,
Muhe-Tsokotuhe
Brought honey...

"Butterfly is beautiful.
Eat jam!
Or you don't like
Our meal?"

Suddenly some old man
spider
Our fly in the corner
Povolok -
Wants to kill the poor
Destroy the Tsokotukha!


“Dear guests, help!
Kill the villainous spider!
And I fed you
And I watered you
don't leave me
In my final hour!"

But worm beetles
got scared
In the corners, in the cracks
Run up:
cockroaches
under sofas,
And goats
under benches,
And the insects under the bed -
They don't want to fight!
And no one even from the spot
Won't budge:
Get lost, die
Birthday girl!

A grasshopper, a grasshopper
Well, just like a human
Jump, jump, jump, jump!
For a bush
Under the walkway
And silent!

And the villain is not joking,
He twists the arms and legs of the fly with ropes,
Sharp teeth plunge into the heart
And he drinks her blood.

The fly is screaming
tearing up
And the villain is silent
He smirks.

Suddenly from somewhere flies
little mosquito,
And in his hand it burns
Small flashlight.

“Where is the killer, where is the villain?
I'm not afraid of his claws!

Flies to the Spider
Takes out the saber
And he is at full gallop
Cuts off his head!

Takes a fly by the hand
And leads to the window:
"I killed the villain,
I set you free
And now, soul girl,
I want to marry you!"

There are insects and goats
Crawling out from under the bench:
"Glory, glory to Komaru -
Winner!

The fireflies came running
Lights were lit -
Something became fun
That's good!

Hey centipedes,
Run down the path
Call the musicians
Let's dance!


The musicians came running
The drums were beating.
Boom! boom! boom! boom!
The Fly is dancing with the Mosquito.

And behind her is Klop, Klop
Boots top, top!

goats with worms,
Insects with moths.
And horned beetles,
rich men,
They wave their hats
Dancing with butterflies.

Tara-ra, tara-ra,
The mosquito danced.

The people are having fun -
The fly is getting married
For dashing, daring,
Young Mosquito!

Ant, Ant!
Does not spare bast shoes, -
Jumping with Ant
And winks at the insects:

"You are insects,
You are cuties
Tara-tara-tara-tara-cockroaches!”

Boots creak
Heels knock -
There will be midges
Have fun until the morning
Today Fly-Tsokotuha
Birthday girl!

Fedorino grief

1

FROM rolls a sieve across the fields,
And a trough in the meadows.

Behind the shovel broom
Walked down the street.

Axes, axes
That's how they roll down the mountain.
The goat was scared
She widened her eyes:

"What? Why?
I don't understand anything."

But like a black iron leg
She ran, the poker jumped.

And the knives rushed down the street:
"Hey, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on!"

And the pan on the run
Shouted to the iron:
"I'm running, running, running,
I can't resist!"

So the kettle runs after the coffee pot,
Chattering, chattering, rattling...

Irons run grunt,
Through puddles, through puddles they jump.

And behind them saucers, saucers -
Ring-la-la! Ring-la-la!

Rushing down the street -
Ring-la-la! Ring-la-la!
On glasses - ding! - stumble,
And the glasses - ding! - break.

And the frying pan runs, strums, knocks:
"Where are you going? where? where? where? where?"

And behind her forks
Glasses and bottles

Cups and spoons
They jump along the path.

The table fell out of the window
And go, go, go, go, go...

And on it, and on it,
Like riding a horse
Samovar sits
And shouts to his comrades:
"Go away, run, save yourself!"

And into the iron pipe:
"Boo Boo Boo! Boo Boo Boo!"

And behind them along the fence
Grandma Fedor is jumping:
"Oh oh oh! Oh oh oh!
Come back home!”

But the trough answered:
"I'm angry with Fedora!"
And the poker said:

"I'm not Fedora's servant!"

A porcelain saucer

They laugh at Fedora:
"Never we, never
Let's not come back here!"

Fedora's cats are here
Tails fluffed out
They ran at full speed.
To turn the dishes back:

"Hey you stupid cymbals,
What are you jumping like squirrels?
Do you run for the gate
With yellow-mouthed sparrows?
You will fall into a ditch
You will drown in the swamp.
Don't go, wait
Come back home!”


But the plates curl, curl,
But Fedora is not given:
"We'd better get lost in the field,
But we won’t go to Fedora! ”

A chicken ran past
And I saw the dishes:
“Where-where! Where-where!
Where are you from and where?

And the dishes answered:
“It was bad for us at the woman,
She did not love us
Bila, she beat us,
Dusty, smoked,
She ruined us!"

“Ko-ko-ko! Ko-ko-ko!
Life hasn't been easy for you!"

“Yes,” said the copper basin,
Look at us:
We are broken, beaten
We are covered in mud.

Look into the tub -
And you will see a frog there.
Look into the tub -
Cockroaches are swarming there
That's why we are from a woman
Run away like a toad
And we walk through the fields
Through swamps, through meadows,
And to the slut-zamarah
We won't go back!"

And they ran through the forest,
We galloped over stumps and bumps.
And the poor woman is alone,
And she cries and she cries.
A woman would sit at the table,
Yes, the table went out the gate.
Baba would cook cabbage soup,
Go look for the pot!
And the cups are gone, and the glasses,
Only cockroaches remained.
Oh, woe to Fedora,
Woe!


6

And the dishes go on and on
He walks through the fields, through the swamps.

And the saucers cried:
"Isn't it better to come back?"

And the trough sobbed:
“Alas, I am broken, broken!”

But the dish said: "Look,
Who is that behind there?

And they see: behind them from the dark forest
Fyodor walks and hobbles.

But a miracle happened to her:
Fedor became kinder.
Quietly follows them
And sings a quiet song:


“Oh you, my poor orphans,
Irons and frying pans are mine!
You go home, unwashed,
I will wash you with water.
I will sand you
I'll douse you with boiling water,
And you will again
Like the sun, shine
And I will bring out the filthy cockroaches,
Prussians and spiders I will wash up!

And the rock said:
"I feel sorry for Fedor."

And the cup said:
"Oh, she's a poor thing!"

And the saucers said:
"We should be back!"

And the irons said:
"We are not Fedor's enemies!"


7

Long, long kiss
And she caressed them
Watered, washed.
She rinsed them.

"I won't, I won't
I offend dishes.
I will, I will do the dishes
And love and respect!

Pots laughed
The samovar winked:
"Well, Fedora, so be it,
We are glad to forgive you!

flew,
rang
Yes, to Fedora right in the oven!
They began to fry, they began to bake, -
Fedora will have pancakes and pies!

And the broom, and the broom is fun -
Danced, played, swept,
She didn’t leave a speck of dust with Fedora.

And the saucers rejoiced:
Ring-la-la! Ring-la-la!
And dance and laugh
Ring-la-la! Ring-la-la!

And on a white stool
Yes on an embroidered napkin
The samovar is standing
Like a fire is burning
And puffs, and looks at the woman:
"I forgive Fedorushka,
I serve sweet tea.
Eat, eat, Fyodor Yegorovna!”

Nikolai Nekrasov

peasant children

O one day, in the cold winter season,
I came out of the forest; there was severe frost.
I look, it rises slowly uphill
Horse carrying firewood.
And, marching importantly, in serenity,
A man is leading a horse by the bridle
In big boots, in a sheepskin coat,
In big mittens ... and himself with a fingernail!
"Hey, boy!" - Get past yourself! —
“You are painfully formidable, as I can see!
Where are the firewood from? - From the forest, of course;
Father, you hear, cuts, and I take.
(The woodcutter's ax was heard in the forest.) -
“What, does your father have a big family?” —
The family is big, yes two people
All the men, something: my father and I ... -
“So that's it! And what's your name?" - Vlas. —
"And what year are you?" - The sixth passed ...
Well, dead! shouted the little one in a bass voice,
He jerked by the bridle and walked faster.

How many times have I read to my grandson Misha the poem "The Ball" by S.Ya. Marshak! And every time, reading to him these lines: “My cheerful, ringing ball, you, where you jumped, yellow, red blue, can’t keep up with you,” I think that Marshak wrote it about the ball from my distant childhood.
In the sixties of the last century, we did not have as many toys as today's children have, but every child certainly had a ball.

Once a month, a rag-picker rode through our village on a horse (as we called the collector of old rags). He shouted loudly: “I am changing rags, for all mine! Rattles and toys, cockerels and scallops, baby dolls, sonorous whistles ... ".
It was on one of his visits that his mother exchanged a large, very large rubber ball for old rags. He was so handsome that my joy knew no end, and I really wanted to show off him. Taking the ball, I went to the godmother Gruna, who lived from us, through five houses. I was then only five years old, but my parents allowed me to go to her alone.

I proudly carried the new ball with both hands, clutching it to my chest. Out of nowhere, our village boys ran up to me, snatched the ball out of my hands and kicked it along the street with their feet. I ran after them, fell to the side of the road, skinning both knees to the blood. When I got up, crying loudly, the boys were gone!

With tears in my eyes, I entered the godmother's house.
- Are you crying? Who offended you?” she asked me.
- The boys took away my new ball and ran away with it, I don’t know where.
Godmother Grunya smiled.
- Yes, your ball came running to me!
- How did it come running to you?
- Knocked on the window, and then jumped into it! Let's first anoint your knees with green paint, and then I'll give you your ball.
My godmother treated my wounds, tied them with gauze, and then took out a brand new ball from the chest.
- Here, you see, Lyusenka, he even jumped there himself!
(How could I then know that she bought it for me on the same day, from the same rag-picker).

I grew up in a large large family. I had seven brothers!
The boys, afraid that they would get hit for me by them, as they say on the first day, furtively brought the ball at night and put it in the clearing in front of our house.
We usually played on it all day long in bast shoes, catch-up, tag ....

The next morning we found this ball. They began to ask each other, who lost it? Since none of us confessed, he became "no one's", that is, common.
All day long until late autumn we played with him, until one day he made a hole.

With the ball given to me by my godmother, we played with my girlfriends for a long, long time. He, indeed, was both cheerful, and sonorous, and red, with yellow stripes, who one day ran away from me at a gallop, which I then could not keep up with.
How many years have passed since then, but I still remember him!

We present a huge collection of poems about balls. Collected works of popular and little-known authors for children of all ages. Quatrains for children 3-4 years old are presented in a separate selection. Short rhymes are good and easy to learn by heart.

Ball. Samuil Marshak

One of the most famous is the poem of the same name from his collection of the best works.

My
Happy,
Voiced
Ball,
Where are you going
Rushed
Jump?

Yellow,
Red,
Blue,
Can't keep up
Behind you!

I
You
palm
Clapped.
You
galloped
And loud
Topal.
You
Fifteen
Once
Contract
jumped
into the corner
And back.
And then
you rolled
And back
Didn't come back.

rolled
In the garden
rolled up
To the gate

Rolled up
Under the gate
ran
Until the turn.

There
Got
Under the wheel burst,
slammed
That's all!

Ball. Agniya Barto

The next work, perhaps familiar to any child from early childhood, is the famous "Ball", written by the legendary Agnia Barto.

ball

Dropped a ball into the river.
- Hush, Tanechka, don't cry:
The ball will not sink in the river.

Quatrains for the smallest children

V.Berestov
They beat him, but he does not get angry.
He sings and has fun.
Because without a beating
There is no life for the ball.

N. Radchenko
My funny ball
Jumping and jumping:
Jump-jump - into the corner,
And then back.
Wok as we are in the evening
Had a nice time!

T. Prokusheva
colorful ball
Jumping along the path.
Jumping, not beating
Not in hand!

Grigorieva E.
The ball is hit with the hand, foot,
And he is not offended.
And the ball is touched
One, another
And then he blows up...

G. Smith
The ball is jumping, jumping and jumping,
The ball jumps on the threshold.
Rides ten times in a row
From the palm and back.

Lema B.
The ball is made of rubber.
I hit him on the floor with my hand -
He takes off like a spring
Dancing, like clockwork.

E. Gorbovskaya
What is that noise?
The ball bounces: boom-boom-boom!
Jump-jump-jump and jump-jump-jump,
Rolled under a bush.

I. Oleneva
The ball is jumping - frolicking!
How can he stop?
Just put your hands down
And my ball is sad!

R. Gorenburgova
The ball is round
jump and jump!
Where could you go?
Jumped and rolled
rolled into a corner,
lay there and waited for me.
I've been looking for it for three days!

E. Dolgikh
Jump-jump, jump-jump
I, though not tall,
But it's jumpy.
And from a terrible steep
I'll jump up and down!
I'm a round ball

T. Schott
The ball is big and thick-sided,
puffs up the ball on his cheeks.
You do not burst from resentment,
that the sides are beaten all the time.
The player is training
substitute an unbroken side.

Koval T.
River to the shore with a wave
Throws an inflatable ball.
Come on, naughty ball,
Will you swim with me?

***
My ball is flying
Flying towards you
Look, don't miss!
Catch it, hold it
And throw me again.

***
Funny friend, my ball!
Everywhere, everywhere he is with me!
One, two, three, four, five,
It's good for me to play with him!

Sapir G.
The ball flies striped,
The ball is chased by bear cubs.
- May I? -
The mouse asked.
- What you!
You are still a baby!

***
My glorious ball
funny ball
Doesn't sit still!
I'll take it, I'll let it in
And he flies again!

Vieru G.
The ball is jumping colored
In the yard in front of me.
This ball is very cute:
He hasn't broken glass yet.

***
In the morning I run to the lawn with the ball
I run and sing, I don’t know what
And the ball, like the sun, burns over me
Then turn the other side
And it will turn green like grass in spring.

Complete collection

N. Zubareva
The ball rolled under the chair
And lies there, hiding.
How to play football now?
How should I score goals?
Hey, enough lying there,
It's time for me to train!
Get out, tricky ball,
There's a boy waiting for you here!
I considered you a friend
I'm bored without you!
I would get you myself
Too bad the handles are too small!

N. Rodivilina
I am round like a bun.
I have a tight side.
Very cheerful and jumpy,
I can fly to the clouds!
Life isn't easy, of course.
Constantly hit the sides
But I'm not afraid of blows
I stay in good shape
Don't let me lie
I can run away
Without movement - at least cry! Guessed? It's a ball!

O. Khristolubova
Vovka does not stand still:
And jumping he
And jump.
“I have a ball LOVKY!”
"How can it be - dexterous - a ball?"
"I'm throwing it high,
I hit with a run - far,
I'll catch him anyway
Clever - Caught easily!

Ivanycheva M.
ball, ball
Jump and jump.
Flew to the ceiling
Soared high, fell
I got the ball in my hand.

colorful and big
It is with a pattern, my ball.
I went out to the yard for a walk,
I invited everyone to play.
We played football
Everyone kicked the ball.
Then at the gate - the goalkeeper,
Sometimes the player.
We hit the judge
We have lost count.

The poor ball endured everything
And he flew through the gate.
They beat him all in a row,
The ball was not happy at all.
The ball burst and lies,
It's sad to see everyone like that.

I took my ball from the ground
And he pressed him to himself.
I blew up the ball at home,
Plugged the hole tight.
I don't play football with him
I only drink at home.

Ranneva E.
The ball jumped, dabbled,
Didn't want to stand up
Rolled on the floor all day
Started jumping and jumping.
Suddenly broke a glass decanter
And behind the wooden door
Got locked up...
I will save him secretly.
I understand that he
Very bad
ONE.

A. Kuzmina
The ball jumped and jumped,
And then he ran away
Rolled down the path
And didn't turn back
I looked for him everywhere
And then I got tired of looking
I wept bitterly
Where is the ball hiding?
I'll call my mother for help
Let me help you find
Maybe rolled into a hole
I need to get him.

Amanov E.
Your ball
Your new ball
Don't hide from me
Because I won't eat it!
What a wonderful ball
Not a horse
And rushes galloping
One,
And enough for everyone.

E. Erato
Along the paths of the garden, jump,
A stubborn ball ran
And a cheerful crowd
He called the guys all over.
Blue and red sides
touch him lightly,
He touches the ground
But it is not given in the hands.

Poetry of the collection of E. Zheleznova:
Hit the ball with the palm of your hand
Friendly, fun together
Ball - ball, my friend
Voiced, voiced, voiced side
Hit the ball with the palm of your hand
Friendly, fun together
I throw the ball and catch
I love to play with the ball
Ball, mommy, don't hide it
Throw the ball back to me
I throw the ball and catch
I love to play with the ball!

Zhdanova E.
Lying on the track
And warms the sides
My ball.

Spoonful breakfast
Little by little for now
Hamster.

Wait, my good
Don't you run away
Please.

I have a couple of spoons
yes half a pie
There is something left!

Koval T.
I hit the ball with my palm,
The ball bounces along the track.
Jump and jump to the turn,
Jump and jump and out of the gate,
Jumped into the neighbor's garden -
That's what a fidget he is!

A. Izmailov
Round ball, elastic side
He jumps loudly
I threw it on the floor
He jumped up and onto the table.
Here is the gate
Goalkeeper of whom?.. Cat!
The ball flies past the gate,
The cat crawled under the bed.

N. Epatova
We bought a ball for Nastya,

Slapped loudly on the floor
And jump, jump went.
This is a wonderful toy
No ring, no rattle.
You just hit him with your palm,
And he jumps like a cat.
We bought a ball for Nastya,
He said loudly: "Hello!".
This is my first time playing with them.
Are the balls alive?

***
Round ball without hesitation
Ride, ride down the path
Often, often, low, low
From the ground to the hand so close
Jump and jump and jump and jump
Don't jump to the ceiling
Jump and jump and knock and knock
You won't escape our hands.

Katso
Ball in a puddle
ball in a puddle
no one needs him.
Jumping, jumping all day
everyone beat, who is not lazy.
And with crumpled sides
abrasions, bruises
he's in big trouble now
he is alone in the water.

M. Piudunen
I take the ball in my hands
Do you want to play?
In a fun game
Who will catch him.
I throw, you catch
Throw, I'll catch
Only a ball for some reason
Always running away.
Wants to jump and jump
hide somewhere
Now under the table, then under the sofa,
It will dive into the bed.

***
I see the boys are hitting the ball:
And with a run
And a leg!
I asked the poor ball:
"Does it hurt, dear ball?"
Showed me the tongue of the ball
"So you're not hurt, are you?"
The ball replied:
- The boys
See how much power there is?
I have a surplus too!
Boys and I are the same!
We have so much fun!
At ease!
Volleyball!
And football!
And it doesn't hurt a bit!

T. Goethe
One day the ball says:
"They beat me, but I don't cry,
I smile and jump
As it should be a ball!
If you kick in the side,
You, of course, immediately: “Oh!”
Having received a side kick,
I submit another one.
Well hit the ball!
I've been waiting! I'm not kidding!"

Shatskikh T.
The ball is to blame everywhere
Breaks everything down:

And a shop window
And a hairstyle for aunt Zina,

Nose - a colonel in uniform,
And the window in the sixth apartment...

But he didn't get it
And one boy.

Lilac Fairy
The ball is resonant and resilient!
Don't be jealous my friends
can play together
you can throw the ball;
if you hit him against the wall -
he will return to his knee;
if you throw it on the track -
he jumps up to the window,
and maybe higher
fly up to the roof!

S. Ostrovsky
My ball, soccer ball, it's round.
He hates the dark corner
Where it gathers dust on the floor.
The ball is too round
To live in a corner.
But what happiness
Jump across the grassy field
Substituting the sides of the legs,
It's easy to take off under the clouds!
What a delight
To be in the center
Be in the heat of battle! ..
It's a pity the battlefield is a cramped yard.
And your space is limited.
What is the happiness from the summer
Suddenly hit the gate! ..
R-time! - Bad Turn -
And the ball in the window instead of the goal.
And fragments fly on the asphalt ...
And the t-shirts are arrested...
And the ball is gathering dust on the floor
He's guilty, he's in the corner

Metzger A.
Dad gave me
New soccer ball
And now I'm walking
Proud and contented.
What do I care
What eyes burn
Do the guys next door?
I shout to them: "You can't
soccer ball new
Drive on the ground -
Can be scratched
Or rip off."
And now I'm bored
With my ball.
Why did you stay
Am I all alone?

***

Round, soft, striped
All the guys like it
Can he ride for a long time
And don't get tired at all.
You throw it on the floor
He will jump high
It doesn't get boring with him.
We want to play it.

N. Kechatova
Gave Dana a ball -
The ball bounced towards him.
He is cheerful and resilient:
Jump and jump - and right into your hands!
Jump yes lope, jump yes lope -
Wonderful friend!
What? Danny is crying
Silent ball in the corner
Danya, Danechka, don't cry!
Who hurt you? - Me-a-ah!
I hit him against the wall - bang!
Bounced and straight to lo-ob
Your friend is just joking
Jump and jump, jump and jump!
Do not pout in vain, dear Danka -
There is a sad ball, look!

Ladonshchikov G.
Jumped off Katya ball
And disappeared somewhere.
Nowhere is it, even cry,
Hidden, that's the trouble!
Behind the sofa, under the table,
In the oven, under the bed
And in the corner behind the chest
The ball is looking for Katya.
Looking for, looking for - will not find.
And he doesn't know
That watchdog and the gray cat
They play volleyball.

Koshkina A.
Summer. river. Tanya. ball.
and everywhere a loud cry:
crying thrown into a ditch
broken bike,
wipes away tears with a crunch
skeleton hidden in the closet,
in front of the neighbors
the motley ball goes to the bottom.
so he, this ball!
hush, Tanechka, don't cry.

Leonid Rodich
He is alone on the field.
Everyone beats him, kicks him,
Pushing, catching and throwing
They run after him and let him pass.

Sometimes the skin cracks
Pieces flying off later.
He can stay on the water
And the competition will sum up.

He flies out the gate
And hangs on impact.
They inflate it in a minute.
Tearing at the seams with anger.

Raise it above your head
And pushed into the far corner.
It happens, they just throw it rudely,
And someone will be taken away.

He is branded and decorated,
They break hard against the wall.
On holidays it is handed over,
And recklessly scold.

You can rarely take it in your hands.
But you can drive across the clearing,
With everything whistle, yell, yell,
Roar, swear and moan.

It helps to be healthy
They are happy to play with him.
It is distinguished by weight
He is sometimes forgotten.

It differs in color
And each has its own signs.
It looks like our planet:
Fragile, this sphere is rounded.

Blessed is he who scores a goal...
All life is like football:
Jumping fast
And you're in it like a soccer ball.

Irina Fadeeva
Health-improving leisure "My cheerful sonorous ball"

The sports field is festively decorated. Along the edges of the court there are banners depicting fragments of games and ball exercises (football, volleyball, gymnastic exercises, etc.) Sounds like "Sports March" I. Dunayevsky. Children come out dressed in sportswear. Go around the site and line up.

Guess the riddle He is round and smooth He jumps very deftly What is this? Ball!

Guys, who among you knows poems and songs about the ball.

"Ball" (mystery)

They beat him with a foot and a stick No one feels sorry for him And for what they beat the poor fellow And for the fact that he is inflated.

"Ball"

My cheerful voiced ball Where did you run? Yellow, red, blue, Can't keep up with you! I clapped your hand, you jumped and loudly stomped You jumped into the corner and back fifteen times in a row. And then you rolled and didn't come back. Rolled into the garden, Rolled up to the gate, Rolled up under the gate Ran up to the turn, There he fell under the wheel, Burst, slammed - That's all.

(S. Marshak.)

Song "Ball" sl. Found music. O. Timicheva

I'm a fun jumper

Jump, jump! I can get the ceiling

Flash, flash! You slap me with your palm -

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! I'm against the wall clap loudly -

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Guys hit me hard

Knock, knock! All the same, all the same, I am a friend to the guys, a friend!

Of course, the ball is a friend to all the guys, it does not let them get bored, it helps them grow, temper and get stronger.

Let's guys, remember what movements you can perform with the ball.

Children, if desired, come out and show movements (throw the ball up and catch it with one or two hands; hit the ground moving forward or standing still, etc.)

Look how well the guys are doing "Exercise with balls" music Chichkov.

And now the ball is calling all of us to play. Game - attraction "Who will take the balls more" (different sizes) "Ball Game" music M Kraseva sl. Vysheslavskaya.

1. My ball flies,

Flying towards you

Look, don't miss!

Hold it

And throw me again!

Chorus: My friend is a funny ball!

He is with me everywhere!

One, two, three, four, five,

It's good for me to play with him.

2. My glorious ball,

funny ball

Doesn't sit still! Grab him, let him in

And he flies again!

Chorus: My friend is a funny ball!

He is with me everywhere! One, two, three, four five, It's good for me to play with him. Description: Children stand in a circle, leading in the center. Singing a song - the host throws the ball in turn to the children, they return the ball to him. Chorus - the host throws the ball on the floor, the children bounce on two legs.

Children, what other ball games do you know (Children call "Hunter and Hares", Knockouts", "Volleyball", "Hockey with a ball" and etc.)

The most favorite ball game for both adults and children of course "Football"

The song sounds "Footballers" sl. Malkov music. Sidelnikov. Then games are played with the children "Football Training" and "Relay with

balls "(In conclusion, the game of small mobility: "ball game" music Krasev.

You rather hide Yoala Our big beautiful ball We will find this ball And bring it to you

Everyone sings a song, the ball is in the hands of one, everyone closes their eyes at the end of the song. The child, hiding the ball, says "it's time" Children go looking for the ball. The finder becomes the leader).

Finally leisure children are given gifts - new balls for games and activities. Children sing a song "Ball" sl. Peter's music. Chichkov.

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