Year 4 - Choral Speaking

Date: 9th Jun 2026 @ 3:39pm

This week, we have started practising our poems for our annual Choral Speaking competition. We have done well so far, but please keep trying at home too.

Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll 

'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. 

The River by Valerie Bloom  

The River's a wanderer,   

A nomad, a tramp,   

He never chooses one place   

To set up his camp.  

The River's a winder,   

Through valley and hill   

He twists and he turns,   

He just cannot be still.   

The River's a hoarder   

And he buries down deep   

Those little treasures   

That he wants to keep.   

The River's a baby,   

He gurgles and hums,   

And sounds like he's happily   

Sucking his thumbs.   

The River's a singer,   

As he dances along,   

The countryside echoes   

The notes of his song.   

The River's a monster,   

Hungry and vexed,   

He's gobbled up trees   

And he'll swallow you next.