“Please read me ‘Chicken Soup and Rice‘ again mamma”, has become a common refrain in my home. My six year is delighted each time she listens to this poem by Sendak. This book takes us through the unfolding of months through the common cushion of comfort of chicken soup and rice.
In January it’s so nice
while slipping on the sliding ice
to sip hot chicken soup with rice.
sipping chicken soup with rice.
Further down in April, our little narrator notes:
I will go away
to far off Spain
or old Bombay
and dream about
hot soup all day.
Oh my oh once
Oh my oh twice
oh my oh
Moving into July the little boy decides it is into the deep sea he will go in search of his favourite soup.
I’ll take a peep
into the cool and fishy deep
where chicken soup is selling cheap.
selling chicken soup with rice.
The poem takes a ghoulish turn in October when:
I’ll be host
to witches, goblins and a ghost.
I’ll serve them
chicken soup on toast.
whoopy chicken soup
An engaging story for each month Sendak’s Chicken Soup and Rice is a great book to learn about months and for those of us who know to continue cherishing them.