MORAL KIDS

 

The Ant and the Dove

(A Poem for Kids)

One good turn deserves another.

An ant once wandered far from home,

To find some water where it could roam.

It saw a fountain, cool and wide,

And slipped and tumbled right inside!

It splashed and kicked with tiny might,

But couldn’t reach the edge in fright.

A dove above, in a leafy tree,

Looked down and saw—“Oh dear!” said she.

She plucked a leaf with beak so kind,

And let it flutter down behind.

The leaf went floating, soft and slow,

And carried Ant where he could go.

He climbed aboard and rode to land,

Then waved to Dove with grateful hand.

“Thank you, Dove, you saved my day!

I won’t forget,” he squeaked her way.

Just then a man with sneaky net,

Crept close to Dove—she hadn’t seen yet!

But Ant was quick and ran with speed,

“To help my friend, I must take heed!”

He bit the man upon the toe,

The man cried out and let net go!

The noise then made the Dove take flight,

She flapped her wings and soared from sight.

So if you help, with heart so true,

One day that kindness comes back to you.

A little friend, both brave and clever,

Proved one good turn brings good forever!

II

The Frog and the Ox

(A Poem for Kids)

Down in the marsh where the lilies grow,

A baby frog hopped to and fro.

He’d seen a sight that made him shout—

He simply had to tell it out!

“Oh Mother!” cried the tiny frog,

“A giant beast stepped through the bog!

It stomped and squished, with feet so wide—

Our whole frog family couldn’t hide!”

“A giant beast?” the mother said,

And puffed herself up, green and red.

“Was it this big?” she asked with pride,

As she swelled her belly extra wide.

“No, no!” he said, “It was far more!

Bigger than you’ve ever been before!”

“Hmmph!” said Mom, “Well, how about this?”

And blew up more with a hisssss.

Still, the little frog shook his head.

“It was huge!” he honestly said.

“You could puff until you're blue,

And still not match a leg or two!”

Now angry and eager to prove her might,

She puffed again with all her might...

But oh dear! With a sudden POP!

Her boasting came to a bursting stop.

Moral:

Don’t pretend to be what you’re not.

Be proud of the self you’ve already got!

III

The Mouse and the Bull

(A Poem for Kids)

A mighty bull with horns so wide

Was grazing by the riverside.

But suddenly—ouch!—he gave a shout,

For something small had nipped his snout!

A tiny mouse had bit him quick,

Then dashed away with steps so slick.

She vanished in her little hole,

Beyond the big and strong bull’s control.

The bull, enraged, began to dig

With horns that tossed up dirt so big.

He poked and prodded, stomped around,

Until he tired and sank to ground.

He slept beside the mouse’s door,

Determined not to take it more.

But peeking out with sneaky grace,

The mouse climbed up his furry face.

She bit again, then zipped away,

Too fast for him to make her pay!

The bull stood up and gave a sigh—

“Why can't I catch that pest?” said he.

Then from her hole, the mouse called out,

With just a squeak, yet full of clout:

“You’re strong and tall, that much is true,

But size alone won’t carry you!”

Moral:

Though big and bold may seem the best,

Sometimes the small outsmart the rest!

IV

The Lion and the Bulls

(A Poem for Kids)

Three bulls once grazed in grassy land,

As happy friends, a peaceful band.

They ate, they played, they shared their space,

Together strong, in every case.

But watching close with hungry eyes,

A lion planned a sly surprise.

“I cannot fight them all as one—

But maybe I can get it done!”

He whispered lies from bush to tree,

“He says you’re slow!” “He mocked your knee!”

He told each bull what others said,

Till angry thoughts filled every head.

“No friend of mine would talk that way!”

They snorted loud and walked away.

Each bull now grazed alone, apart,

With doubt and hurt inside his heart.

And that’s when Lion made his move—

With stealth and strength, he made them prove:

Divided, they were not so tough,

And soon the fight was not enough.

One by one, he caught them fast,

The bonds of friendship could not last.

But had they stayed a loyal team,

They’d still be safe beside the stream.

Moral:

When friends fall out and split their ground,

That’s when foes come sneaking ‘round!

V

The Heifer and the Ox

(A Poem for Kids)

A heifer danced through fields so wide,

With happy skips and youthful pride.

She saw an ox who pulled a plow,

And laughed, “Oh my! Just look at you now!”

“You work all day beneath that yoke,

While I run free through grass and oak.

Why do you choose such toil and chore,

When life has so much fun in store?”

The ox looked up but didn’t speak,

He simply plowed the furrowed streak.

He knew her words would someday fade—

And truth would show the wiser trade.

Soon came a day of feast and cheer,

A festival that drew in near.

The ox was given rest and hay,

While crowds prepared for holiday.

But then they came with ropes and song,

And led the heifer right along.

“To be the feast,” the people said—

The heifer trembled, filled with dread.

The ox looked on and gently spoke,

“I'd rather wear a farmer’s yoke.

For though my days are slow and plain,

They spare me from far greater pain.”

Moral:

A life of play may seem the best,

But work and care bring safer rest.

VI

The Gnat and the Bull

(A Poem for Kids)

A gnat flew ‘round a pasture wide,

With buzzing wings and bouncy pride.

He zipped and zoomed without a care,

And landed on a bull's great hair.

He perched upon the bull’s big horn,

Feeling grand and quite well-worn.

“Oh Bull,” he said, “please pardon me,

If my small weight is troubling thee!”

The bull looked up with puzzled face,

As still as stone, and full of grace.

“I didn’t know you’d landed there—

It’s like you’re floating in the air!”

“So stay or go, it matters not.

You’re far too small to cause a spot.”

The gnat turned red and flew away,

A little less bold than yesterday.

Moral:

Though tiny ones may boast and brag,

True greatness doesn’t need to nag.

VII

The Oxen and the Axle-Tree

(A Poem for Kids)

Two oxen pulled with steady might,

Along a road from dawn to night.

Their muscles strained, their steps were slow,

They tugged the wagon to and fro.

But from the wheels came moans and squeaks,

The axle groaned with dreadful creaks!

It rumbled loud with every turn,

As if in pain, or deep concern.

The driver frowned and shook his head,

“Now why complain?” he calmly said.

“You make a fuss with every mile,

Yet oxen bear it all in style!”

“They pull the load and never cry,

While you just squeak and whine and sigh.

So hush your noise, and roll along,

And learn from those who just stay strong.”

Moral:

The loudest voice is not always right—

True strength works on, both day and night.

VIII

The Fawn and Her Mother

(A Poem for Kids)

A young fawn walked beside her doe,

And asked a question, soft and low:

“Dear Mother, you’re so strong and fast—

You leap through fields and forests vast!”

“You’re bigger than a barking hound,

With sturdy legs and leaps that bound.

And with your horns, you’re armed so well—

So why do barks make you repel?”

The mother laughed, then gave a sigh,

And looked her daughter in the eye.

“My child,” she said, “you speak the truth—

I’ve strength and speed and grace, forsooth.”

“But when I hear a hound’s loud bark,

My heart jumps up, my vision’s dark.

My legs just run without a plan—

It’s fear that moves me, not a man.”

Moral:

Fear doesn’t always follow reason,

It sometimes comes without a season.

IX

The Kingdom of the Lion

(A Poem for Kids)

There once was a lion, noble and wise,

With kindness and fairness that lit up the skies.

He ruled the wild with a gentle paw,

And treated all beasts with honor and law.

No roaring rage, no frightful roar—

But justice opened every door.

He called a meeting, far and wide,

For creatures great and small beside.

“All birds and beasts, both big and small,

Shall come together, one and all.

No more fighting, no more fear—

A world of peace shall start right here!”

The wolf and lamb, side by side,

The tiger let the stag abide.

The dog and hare lay in the shade,

Together safe, no chase, no blade.

The hare looked up with shining eyes,

And spoke beneath the open skies:

“Oh, how I’ve longed for such a day,

When strength and gentleness both hold sway!”

Moral:

When justice leads and peace is king,

Even the smallest hearts can sing.

X

The Stag at the Pool

(A Poem for Kids)

One summer day, a stag came near

A shining pool so calm and clear.

He stopped to drink and then to see

His proud reflection by the tree.

“Oh, look at my horns! So strong and wide!

They make me grand, full of pride!

But these thin legs—how small and weak!

They’re nothing special, so to speak.”

While thinking this, he heard a sound—

The hunters’ dogs were coming ‘round!

His legs, so slender, swift, and fleet,

Bore him away from danger’s heat.

But then his horns got caught and stuck,

In tangled branches deep and thick.

The hunters caught him just in time,

And ended proud Stag’s bright climb.

Moral:

Look to use before ornament,

For strength is more than just a fancy event.

XI

The Horse and the Stag

(A Poem for Kids)

A horse had a meadow wide and green,

Where he could run and jump, unseen.

But one day a stag came by and played,

And trampled the grass where the horse had stayed.

The horse got angry, wanting to fight,

So he asked a man to help make it right.

“Put a bit in my mouth, and ride on my back,

Then we’ll find the stag and give him a whack!”

The man climbed up, so proud and tall,

But soon the horse could no longer stall.

For now, he was no longer free—

A servant to man, he came to be.

Moral:

Be careful when you seek revenge,

Don’t lose your freedom—it’s a precious thing!

XII

The Stag, the Wolf, and the Sheep

(A Poem for Kids)

A stag once asked a sheep one day,

“Lend me some wheat, if I may.

The wolf will promise he’ll pay it back,

He’s surety strong—there’s no attack!”

But sheep was wise and shook her head,

“I’m afraid your plan won’t go ahead.

The wolf will take and run away,

And you can run fast too, I say!

How can I trust you both, you see?

Two blacks don’t make one white, you agree!”

Moral:

Be careful who you trust to pay—

Not all promises will stay!

XIII

The Boy and the Nettle

(A Poem for Kids)

A boy was playing in the sun,

When he touched a nettle—oh, what fun!

But ouch! It stung him on his hand,

He ran to mom to understand.

“It’s not the nettle, but your touch,

That made it sting you—just too much!

Next time you meet that prickly weed,

Hold it tight, and you’ll be freed!”

So be brave when you try new things,

Hold on tight, and courage brings

A way to face what seems so tough—

Be bold, be strong, and brave enough!

Moral:

Do boldly what you do at all,

And fear no challenge, big or small!

XIV

The Boy Bathing

(A Poem for Kids)

A boy was swimming in the stream,

He went too far — beyond his dream!

He started sinking, lost his way,

And called for help without delay.

A man came by and said, “You know,

You shouldn’t swim where currents flow!”

But the boy shouted loud and clear,

“Save me first! I’ll listen here!”

Moral:

Help comes first, then lessons later,

In times of need, be a lifesaver!

XV

The Cat and Venus

(A Poem for Kids)

A kitty fell in love one day,

With a boy so kind in every way.

She asked fair Venus, “Make me new!

A lovely girl, with eyes so blue.”

Venus smiled and made the change,

The cat now looked quite sweet and strange.

The boy was charmed and said, “Let’s wed!”

They shared a home, and soon were wed.

But then one night, a mouse ran by,

And kitty’s eyes grew sharp and sly.

She leapt to chase it, fast and keen—

Forgetful of the bride she’d been!

Venus sighed, “It’s plain to see,

Your nature’s strong—it lives in thee.”

She waved her hand, the spell was gone,

And kitty-cat came back with a yawn.

Moral:

You can dress and act brand new,

But what’s inside will still shine through!