Very often, children do not want and do not like to eat - read together for them such wonderful poems to cheer up and appetite!
Instructive poems - poems about nutrition, about food for children
About the girl who ate badly
Julia doesn't eat well
Nobody listens.
- Eat an egg, Yulechka!
- I don't want to, mommy!
-Eat a sausage sandwich! -
Julia covers her mouth
- Soup?
-No…
Cutlet?
-No...-
Yulechkin's dinner is getting cold.
-What's wrong with you, Yulechka?
-Nothing, mommy!
- Do, granddaughter, a sip,
Swallow another bite!
Have pity on us, Yulechka!
- I can't, grandma! -
Mom and grandmother in tears -
Yulia is melting before our eyes!
The pediatrician appeared
Gleb Sergeevich Pugach,
Looks sternly and angrily:
- Does Yulia have no appetite?
I just see that she
Certainly not sick!
And I'll tell you, girl:
Everyone eats -
And the beast and the bird
From rabbits to kittens
Everyone in the world wants to eat.
With a crunch, the Horse chews oats.
The yard dog gnaws the bone.
Sparrows peck at grain
Wherever they get
Elephant has breakfast in the morning -
He loves fruits.
Brown Bear licks honey.
Mole is having dinner in a mink.
The monkey eats a banana.
Looking for acorns Boar.
The clever Swift catches the midge.
Cheese and lard
Loves Mouse...
The doctor said goodbye to Yulia -
Gleb Sergeevich Pugach.
And Julia said loudly:
- Feed me, Mommy!
C. Mikhalkov
***
Assistant
Mother
put
Pie,
I, of course,
Helped her:
Into the dough
threw
A handful of
cinnamon,
poured out
jar
Mustard.
I am a pie
baked
To the glory!..
But there is it
Could not.
Roman Saf
***
Song of brownie Kuzka
If curd is put inside,
makes a pie.
If they put it on top,
That is called cheesecake.
So and so good!
And so delicious!
V.Berestov
***
Penki
Milk
Unfortunately
Given in kindergarten.
And in a glass
In front of everyone-
Up
And below
And at the wall
swam
scary
Foams…
Give me my filter!
Give me my drinker!
And not that-
I won't walk
I will not play,
Here I will sit
And look at the foam.
And everything is re-
and re-
live...
E. Moshkovskaya
***
Sandwich
Weird mathematician
Lived in Germany.
He is bread and sausage
Accidentally folded.
Then the result
I put it in my mouth.
That's the way man
Invented Sandwich.
Heinrich Sapgir
***
family
Mouse in a green mug
Made millet porridge.
Dozen kids
Looking forward to dinner.
Everyone got a spoonful -
Not a grain was left.
from Czech folk poetry
***
Recipe for breakfast
If you have breakfast mom
So tasteless sour curd
Under the pretext that it is useful,
Trying to submit
You say: “What are you mom!
Just like that, it's not relevant.
Gotta make it appetizing
We'll tell you how.
In a hill of simple cottage cheese
Put some sour cream
To make curd softer
And more pleasant on the tongue.
Feel free to add to that mass
You are raisins, coconut chips,
A little bit of vanilla
And don't forget the cinnamon.
Now mix everything
And put it on a bun
What is cut into pieces
Somewhere a finger thick.
Bake everything in the oven
And in 5 minutes we get
Crunchy and tender
A delicacy for children.
That's when we with an appetite
Curd crispy dare
Yes, more than once supplements
We dare to ask."
Kira Kononovich
***
Lunch with pasta
make-believe macaroni
called "macaroni".
macaroni macaroni
rolled down the path.
A big army gathered
collect pasta:
Mouse, Cat, dog Timoshka,
fly Nyushka,
Black beetle and some kind of frog.
Yes, but to the Mouse, yes, but to the Cat,
Yes, but stupid Timoshka, fly Nyushka
And Nigella (Just like someone else's frog)
Pasta is not needed, pasta is funny to them
And to taste, and to hear, and to touch, and to smell!
The cat loves only fat.
The mouse eats very little.
Dog Timoshka loves soup.
Mushkin's taste is rather rough.
Morning, afternoon and evening
The Nigella beetle eats the bark.
- Well, what, - asked Mushka, -
What does a frog eat?
And the frog answered her:
- Come to lunch!
And she went to her swamp,
Closing the gate behind you.
***
By berries
Ze-blah-no-ka
Nikla to the ground
Razomlev from the heat,
Hiding behind the needles...
Well, yes, I'm not too lazy:
I bow down low.
That's where the touchy!
Not alone! A lot of them!
For a silk belt
Tied tuesok
From white birch
For ripe berries.
Berries to you, my friend,
The pie will be sweet.
L. Korchagina
***
pot-bellied teapot
I love the pot-bellied teapot!
He is busy with a hot business,
He whistles his song
And the lid is drumming!
Puff-puff, fun delicious steam
From the teapot it flies like a balloon,
And sometimes from the nose
It sticks out like a question mark.
The pot-bellied teapot is famous
In any season,
Especially when it's worth
Bad weather.
Then jam or honey
In two counts, mom gets
And two big buns
For a little party!
I smile from ear to ear
And my kettle rumbles
Laughs like an ant
Tickles him to tears!
Puff, puff, hot delicious tea
Disperse boredom and sadness.
He is with honey, he is with jam,
With wonderful vibes!
And the kettle is dancing on the table,
Feasting with us
And I sing in his warmth
about the teapot song to mom:
"The pot-bellied teapot is famous
In any season,
Especially when it's worth
Bad weather.
Puff, puff, hot delicious tea
Disperse boredom and sadness.
He is with honey, he is with jam,
With wonderful vibes!
Y.Moritz
***
What is a sandwich?
What is a sandwich?
This is ON
And it is UNDER.
What is placed on top-ON?
Butter, fish, ham,
Cucumber, caviar and cheese,
And a piece of sausage...
Bread is placed from below, UNDER-
And out comes the burger!
A.Usachev
***
sad sausages
In a plate at Lariska
miss two sausages
sad sausages
do not like Lariska.
Now, if sausages
give it to the dog bowl
they would be there in sorrow
would be bored for a while.
Tim Sobakin
***
Glutton
Friends, it's hard for me to breathe,
The last hour has come...
Damn apple pie!
He finished me off.
I ate too many sardines
And brew rings...
Let this little banana
I'll sweeten the end.
Alas, not for long on earth
I have to live!
Friends, Salad Olivier
can't you put it on?
Don't cry, my darlings
There are no tears needed!
Is that a piece of pudding
And a slice of ham...
Farewell! The light in the eyes went out
And life has expired.
Oh, finally, now
eat one more time!
S. Milligan (translated by G. Kruzhkov)
***
chocolate train
Very tasty and elegant
The chocolate train was rushing by.
Along the wagons
The inscription was
CHOCOLATE ARROW.
All wagons in it
Contract
Were pure chocolate
And the wagon benches
There were cancers.
Rushed like the wind,
But, unfortunately,
Vez is sweet.
These terrible sweeties
licked
All wagons
And then they couldn't resist
A steam locomotive with a pipe was eaten
And of course half way
They had to walk.
Roman Saf
***
Who is more likely to drink
Mom a cup of milk
She poured Masha.
“Meow,” the pussy says, “
Here I come!”
Pussy in a bowl
Otolyem-
It's more fun to drink together.
Come on
Who will drink sooner?
Who is not a drop
Won't shed?
S. Kaputikyan
***
Porridge
If the oven is baking
If a cut, then cut,
If buckwheat - then buckwheat?
Here and no
She is growing!
If you collect buckwheat
And put in a pot
If buckwheat with water
Pour from the river
And then,
And then
Long time to cook in the oven
That will turn out our
Favorite porridge!
I. Maznin
***
Bobik
There lived a funny Bobik
In the booth.
Ate for breakfast
Forget-me-nots.
For lunch
He eat
peonies,
And for dinner-
Champignon.
He's fragrant sausages
Gave it to a neighbor
Kiske.
And when he walked
on a visit,
Brought under the arm
Bones.
G. Novitskaya
***
Why is lunch gone?
- Cook, cook,
Where is lunch?
I don't have lunch!
There was lunch, yes from him
Nothing left!
I remember it was for lunch
one hundred and eleven cutlets,
One hundred and eleven cakes
Custard and all kinds.
And three buckets of compote
It was cooked in the morning.
In that cauldron
was a potato
And in another-
There was a little
And there was cottage cheese in the pan.
I tried a little
And then-
A little more
And then-
One more thing,
And then-
Just a little more
And then-
One more piece
And then-
Still tasted
After sitting down and having lunch,
Looked - no lunch!
I don't know where lunch is!
V. Orlov
***
I love dumplings
I make dumplings
I love dumplings
I love with cottage cheese, with strawberries,
With meat, with cherries, with blueberries,
With blackberries and cloudberries
But most of all - With potatoes!
Oh, dumplings with potatoes
They swim sideways in boiling water,
Tasty waving scallops,
They smell like fried onions!
From an open pot
King of dumplings with retinue
Puffed:
»My queen
Here is afraid
Boil!
I'm ready and worried - Where's the gravy or sauce?
Get into the pot with a spoon
There are dumplings with potatoes,
golden,
poured,
Curly curls!
We'll get out of there,
How do we put them on a dish - A whole city, a whole world
Come join us for lunch:
Don't you, don't you
In golden onion, in oil
Tsar dumpling white-faced
Purred with the queen?
Well, of course! swoop in
For dumplings with potatoes,
Dip onion in sauce
All dumplings with potatoes!
I make dumplings
I will feed everyone in the world!
Fly with a fork, with a spoon
For dumplings with potatoes!
Y. Moritz
***
I am learning a poem
And quietly eat jam.
Spoon, spoon, spoon again.
Just a little to the end!
Chocolate, marmalade,
What a sweet thing to learn!
I learned a poem
I would learn it
But in the buffet, unfortunately,
Nothing left!
V. Orlov
***
Masha and porridge
This-
Good girl.
Her name is Masha!
And this is-
her plate.
And in this bowl...
No, not porridge
No, not porridge
And you didn't guess!
Sela Masha,
I ate porridge
All
How much did they give!
E. Moshkovskaya
***
Semolina porridge recipe
Boil the milk
Salt, add sugar
Mix everything easily
Fill with semolina slowly
Stirring vigorously,
Cool down, but not too cold
And tied a bib,
You can give the porridge to the kids.
Igor Konkov
***
naked potato
Raw potatoes are walking along the path:
potato in uniform, potato in stockings,
potatoes in a shirt, potatoes in boots,
potatoes in pantyhose, potatoes in socks,
potatoes in earflaps, potatoes in bathrobes,
potatoes in a sheepskin coat, potatoes in shorts,
potatoes in a green coat on cotton wool,
potatoes in a sweatshirt with a flower in their hair.
They walk and see - they walk along the path
towards the potatoes completely naked,
no shirt at all, no clothes at all,
another potato, as eaten naked.
Goes without everything, is not afraid of anything,
no pom-pom hat, no plaid trousers.
And even a scarf does not want to hide behind,
as if he does not see that people are around!
She walks without a scarf, not afraid to catch a cold,
without leather shoes, without warm galoshes ...
- What impudence! What shamelessness!
Look what the youth have come to!
The potato laughs: - Come on, stop it!
No need to be shy, where is the shame?
I came out of the bath here for a walk,
breathe a little, cool down a little.
I cooked for a long time in a wide pan,
and legs, and back I rubbed myself,
and so I washed myself, and sweet clean
I'm going to the boy Yura for lunch!
***
Vinaigrette and borscht
Rushed to lunch
The vinaigrette…
Tried so hard
in such a hurry
what's in the pot
pleased:
fell into boiling water - the vinaigrette was cooked!
Here's a big spoon
try a little.
Vinaigrette, boiled
chilled sour cream…
Tasty?
That's it!
Tim Sobakin
***
Masha and porridge
- I will not eat this porridge!
Masha screamed at dinner.
And rightly so, - thought the porridge, -
Good girl Masha!
***
Sugar
white refined sugar,
Strong refined sugar
Boasted:
- I'm very tough
- I am a diamond -
Friend and brother.
But one evening
He met
With boiling water.
And melted
hard sugar
In liquid tea with milk.
Roman Sef
***
Shchi - talochka
I clean vegetables for cabbage soup,
How many vegetables do you need?
three potatoes,
two carrots,
Onions one and a half heads,
Yes parsley root,
Yes, a cabbage roll.
Make room for you, cabbage,
From you in a saucepan thick!
Once! Two! Three!
The fire is lit.
stalk,
Get out!
***
Bagels
Bought two bagels
Little Irochka
Each bagel
It was a hole
Irochka will eat two bagels with milk
And let the holes lie down for later.
S. Kogan
***
Hey soup!
Deep, not shallow
Ships in plates:
bow head,
red carrot,
Parsley,
Potato
And some grains.
Here the ship is sailing
Swims right into your mouth!
Irina Tokmakova
***
- Where did the spoon come from?
- She came from a teaspoon,
who ate oatmeal and grew up
in a tablespoon!
- Where did the fork come from?
- A fork appeared from a huge pitchfork,
who didn't like oatmeal and
turned into a small fork ...
Tim Sobakin
***
So, so...
Dinner is being cooked on the stove
Aunt agrees with us:
- So, like this: rinse the noodles
I will ask you children.
Crumble potatoes into soup
And cook a little.
Give this fish to the pussy.
Pour the sugar into the compote
And please clean up
Throw it in the garbage chute.
Take the bones out of the soup
And throw it into the dog bowl.
So guys, I'm off...
Here I am! Well how are you?
We report to aunt
About the work done?
- So, like this: the noodles were washed,
In soup cleaning crumbled
And - cooked a little,
Sugar poured into potatoes
The bones were thrown into the compote,
Fish - in the garbage chute.
-Where are you taking the pussy?
-Over there, in the dog bowl...
- My heart is raz-ry-va-ri-va-et-sya! ..
This aunt is talking.
A. Shibaev
***
Potato
There are no more amazing words in the world
than these
jacket potatoes.
Imagine:
potatoes in gloves!
Uniform
lined with dazzling gold!
With a sword
With spurs
in formal boots
bypasses the troops
Commander Potato.
Eyes - his eyes,
round head,
On a forged helmet
tops sultan.
N. Kordo
***
delicious flour
Flour is pouring
over the edge of the bag.
Becomes a test
It's crowded in the vat.
You put it in the oven
pies oven,
The smell is
Full without pies.
And swallow a piece
More you want.
V.Stepanov
See other topics in this section here -
Great about verses:
Poetry is like painting: one work will captivate you more if you look at it closely, and another if you move further away.
Little cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creak of unoiled wheels.
The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is that which has broken.
Marina Tsvetaeva
Of all the arts, poetry is most tempted to replace its own idiosyncratic beauty with stolen glitter.
Humboldt W.
Poems succeed if they are created with spiritual clarity.
The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is commonly believed.
If only you knew from what rubbish Poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion near a fence, Like burdocks and quinoa.
A. A. Akhmatova
Poetry is not in verses alone: it is spilled everywhere, it is around us. Take a look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life breathe from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.
I. S. Turgenev
For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.
G. Lichtenberg
A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. Not our own - our thoughts make the poet sing inside us. Telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He is a wizard. Understanding him, we become poets like him.
Where graceful verses flow, there is no place for vainglory.
Murasaki Shikibu
I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in Russian. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. Because of the feeling, art certainly peeps out. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
- ... Are your poems good, tell yourself?
- Monstrous! Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! the visitor asked pleadingly.
I promise and I swear! - solemnly said Ivan ...
Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "Master and Margarita"
We all write poetry; poets differ from the rest only in that they write them with words.
John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"
Every poem is a veil stretched out on the points of a few words. These words shine like stars, because of them the poem exists.
Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
The poets of antiquity, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. It is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times, a whole Universe is certainly hidden, filled with miracles - often dangerous for someone who inadvertently wakes dormant lines.
Max Fry. "The Talking Dead"
To one of my clumsy hippos-poems, I attached such a heavenly tail: ...
Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea and not a plague!
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky
Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore drive away critics. They are but miserable drinkers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let the verses seem to him an absurd lowing, a chaotic jumble of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from tedious reason, a glorious song that sounds on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.
Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"
Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing but pure poetry who rejected the word.
Preview:
Talking to children about literature
Reading fiction: Sergey Mikhalkov "About a girl who ate badly", with children of the 1st junior group
Target:
To educate children in the ability to listen to new poems, to follow the development of the plot in the work; explain to children the actions of the characters and the consequences of these actions.
Lesson progress:
Kids, today we talked a lot about health, about how important it is to eat well, to eat vitamins. And now I want to read you a poem "About a girl who ate badly." The teacher shows the children an illustration and reads a poem.
"About a girl who ate badly"
Julia doesn't eat well
Nobody listens.
- Eat an egg, Yulechka!
- I don't want to, mommy!
- Eat a sandwich with sausage! -
Julia covers her mouth.
- Soup?
- No...
- Cutlet?
- No... -
Yulechkin's dinner is getting cold.
- What's wrong with you, Yulechka?
- Nothing, mummy!
- Take a sip, girl,
Swallow another bite!
Have pity on us, Yulechka!
- I can't, Mommy!
Mom and grandmother in tears -
Yulia is melting before our eyes!
The pediatrician appeared
Gleb Sergeevich Pugach.
Looks sternly and angrily:
- Does Yulia have no appetite?
I just see that she
Certainly not sick!
And I'll tell you, girl:
Everyone eats - both the beast and the bird,
From rabbits to kittens
Everyone in the world wants to eat.
With a crunch, the Horse chews oats.
The yard dog gnaws at the bone.
Sparrows peck at grain
Wherever they get
Elephant has breakfast in the morning -
He loves fruits.
Brown Bear licks honey.
Mole is having dinner in a mink.
The monkey eats a banana.
Looking for acorns Boar.
The clever Swift catches the midge.
Swiss cheese
Loves Mouse...
The doctor said goodbye to Yulia -
Gleb Sergeevich Pugach.
And Julia said loudly:
- Feed me, Mommy!
Kids, what was the name of the girl in the poem? Julia behaved well? What did she do wrong? Who spoke strictly to her? Who did they tell her about? (the teacher listens to the answers of the children, corrects and supplements them, generalizes, draws a conclusion)
And you know, guys, in order to be healthy, you must not only eat well, but also walk, because during a walk we become tempered, it is especially useful to become tempered in the summer.
On the topic: methodological developments, presentations and notes
Educational area " Speech development". Age group second junior. Literature used: Gerbova "Development of Speech" ....
Organization of conversations with children to get acquainted with the art picture.
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Verse Julia eats badly to read
Julia doesn't eat well
Nobody listens.
Eat an egg, Yulechka!
- I don't want to, mommy!
- Eat a sandwich with sausage! -
Julia covers her mouth.
Soup?
- No...
- Cutlet?
- No... -
Yulechkin's dinner is getting cold.
What's wrong with you, Yulechka?
- Nothing, mummy!
Take a sip girl
Swallow another bite!
Have pity on us, Yulechka!
- I can't, Mommy!
Mom and grandmother in tears -
Yulia is melting before our eyes!
The pediatrician appeared
Gleb Sergeevich Pugach.
Looks sternly and angrily:
- Does Yulia have no appetite?
I just see that she
Certainly not sick!
And I'll tell you, girl:
Everyone eats - both the beast and the bird,
From rabbits to kittens
Everyone in the world wants to eat.
With a crunch, the Horse chews oats.
The yard dog gnaws at the bone.
Sparrows peck at grain
Wherever they get
Elephant has breakfast in the morning -
He loves fruits.
Brown Bear licks honey.
Mole is having dinner in a mink.
The monkey eats a banana.
Looking for acorns Boar.
The clever Swift catches the midge.
Swiss cheese
Loves Mouse...
The doctor said goodbye to Yulia -
Gleb Sergeevich Pugach.
And Julia said loudly:
- Feed me, Mommy!
