Coconut tree book
Chicka Chicka Boom Boom
None Sing along with this cheerful alphabet race up the coconut tree. A told B, and B told C, and one by one, like energetic kids playing, they race up the coconut tree. Chicka Chicka Boom Boom! Will there be enough room? Sing along as the playful letters make their way up the coconut tree, making it bend from their weight, and . . . BOOM! BOOM! Authors Bill Martin Jr. and John Archambault’s rhythmic lyrics and Caldecott Honor illustrator Lois Ehlert’s bright, bold colors make for a catchy way to remember the alphabet—both lower and uppercase letters. When A wakes up and starts back up the tree . . . what do you think will happen next? show full description Show Short DescriptionClassics
Share your favorite stories with your child. Enjoy classic bedtime stories from your childhood like Chicka Chicka Boom Boom, Chicken Little, Where the Wild Things Are, and Harold and the Purple Crayon.
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Chicka Chicka Boom Boom Chicka chicka boom boom Chicka chicka boom boom Chicka chicka boom boom Chicka chicka boom boom Chicka chicka boom boom A told B, and B told C, “I’ll meet you at the top of the coconut tree.” “Whee!” said D to E, F, G. “I’ll beat you to the top of the coconut tree.” Chicka chicka boom boom! Will there be enough room? Here comes H up the coconut tree, and I and J and tag-along K, all on their way up the coconut tree. Chicka chicka boom boom! Will there be enough room? Look who’s coming! L, M, N, O, P! And Q, R, S! And T, U, V! Still more—W! And X, Y, Z! The whole alphabet up the—Oh, no! Chicka chicka BOOM! BOOM! Skit skat skoodle doot. Flip flop flee. Everybody running to the coconut tree. Mamas and papas and uncles and aunts hug their little dears, then dust their pants. “Help us up,” cried A, B, C. Next from the pileup skinned-knee D and stubbed-toe E and patched-up F. Then comes G all out of breath. H is tangled up with I. J and K are about to cry. L is knotted like a tie. M is looped. N is stooped. O is twisted alley-oop. Skit skat skoodle doot. Flip flop flee. Look who’s coming! It’s black-eyed P, Q, R, S, and loose-tooth T. Then U, V, W wiggle-jiggle free. Last to come X, Y, Z. And the sun goes down on the coconut tree. But chicka chicka boom boom! Look, there’s a full moon. A is out of bed, and this is what he said, “Dare double dare, you can’t catch me.” Chicka chicka BOOM! BOOM! (Chicka BOOM!) Chicka chicka BOOM! BOOM! (Chicka chicka BOOM! BOOM!) “I’ll beat you to the top of the coconut tree. ” Chicka chicka BOOM! BOOM! (Chicka BOOM!) Chicka chicka BOOM! BOOM! (Chicka chicka BOOM! BOOM!) “Dare double dare, you can’t catch me.”
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Chicka Chicka Boom Boom ENG — Words Alive
"A told B, and B told C, I'll meet you at the top of the coconut tree." In this lively alphabet rhyme, all the letters of the alphabet race each other up the coconut tree. Will there be enough room? Oh, no; Chicka Chicka Boom Boom!
Let’s watch and find out!
Let’s Make a Palm Tree!
Recreating important images from a story give children a little memento from the story and a way to help them remember what happened!
Use the materials in your bag to help your child arrange their own palm tree! Look back through the book for examples and talk about the parts of the palm tree, such as the tall trunk, the green fronds and the round coconuts! Don’t forget to name the letters you find in your bag!
Remember that children learn best when they do and try things for themselves! Every child’s palm tree will look a little different, and seeing how your child arranges the pieces of their palm tree is part of the fun!
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Talk: Chicka Chicka Boom Boom is a repeated phrase in the story. Invite your child to help you read the story by finishing the phrase with “boom boom” when they hear you say “chicka chicka.” Make it more fun by challenging them to match the tone or volume of your voice (like whispering or shouting).
Play: Whenever possible, help your child connect new information with a movement. For example, have them stomp or clap when you say “chicka chicka boom boom!” in the story!
Sing: Find the upper and lower case alphabet letters in the very first pages of the book. Touch the letters together as you sign the ABC song!
Hear the Chicka Chicka Boom Boom song here!
Write: All artists sign their work! Encourage your child to practice writing letters by signing their name on their drawings and artwork.
real world connection
Who do we know?: We know that children learn best through experiences and their relationships. Finding a connection between new information and their lives will also help them better understand that information about their world! To help your child make a real-world connection to letters, play a game and think of someone you know for every letter in the alphabet! For example: A is for sister Amanda, B is for cousin Benny, C for our neighbor Charlie, and so on!
Chicka Chicka Boom Boom is an alphabet book. Alphabet books help children recognize letters and notice that letters are used in writing.
Learning the names of letters, and the sounds that they make, is one of the first steps in learning to read. However, children do not need to learn the letters of the alphabet in order, nor all at once!
Try starting with the letters your child’s name, since their name is a word with special meaning and one that they likely see often in school or at home!
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The coconut tree makes a majestic impression. A straight powerful trunk testifies to its superiority and makes it, among other trees, perhaps what a person is in relation to low creatures.
The benefits it brings are incalculable. From year to year the islander rests in its shade, eats and drinks its fruits; he covers his hut with its leaves and weaves baskets from shoots for carrying provisions; in the heat, he fans himself with a fan made from young leaves, and protects his head from the sun with a hat made from its leaves; sometimes he makes himself clothes from a cloth-like substance surrounding the base of the trunk; the shell of larger nuts, cut and polished, serves him as a beautiful goblet, and smaller ones - cups of smoking pipes; dry husks burn in his fires; from the fibers he weaves fishing lines and cords to tie the boards of his pirogues from the boards; he heals his wounds with a balm, of which coconut milk is an integral part, and he anoints the dead with oil squeezed from the pulp of a nut. nine0003
The stem itself is also of great value. Sawed into poles, it supports the dwelling of the islander, turned into charcoal, fries his food, and laid on stone blocks, encloses his fields. The native makes his pirogues move through the water with an oar of coconut wood, and goes to fight armed with clubs and spears of the same hard material.
In Tahiti, during pagan times, a branch of the coconut tree was a symbol of royalty. Placed on a sacrifice in the temple, she consecrated the sacrifices; with this branch, the priests pacified and drove out evil spirits that attacked the islanders. The personification of the great Oro, the supreme god of Tahitian mythology, was a stump of a coconut tree trunk, from which his image was roughly carved. On one of the islands of Tonga there is a living palm tree, revered by itself as a deity. Even in the Sandwich Islands, the coconut palm retains its full glory, and their inhabitants are considering making it their national emblem. nine0003
The coconut palm is planted in the following way: having chosen a suitable place, a perfectly ripe nut is placed in the ground. After a few days, a thin spear-like shoot breaks through a tiny hole in the shell, penetrates the husk, and soon throws out three pale green leaves; at the same time, two fibrous roots, developed from the same soft white spongy mass that now fills the entire nut, push back the "plugs" that cover the holes on the opposite side, crawl out of the shell and go deep into the ground vertically. After another day or two, the shell and husk, which at the last stage of nut ripening become so hard that the knife almost does not take them, spontaneously burst under the influence of some kind of internal force. From this time on, the resistant young plant begins its powerful growth and, without needing any care, pruning, or any care at all, quickly moves to maturity. After four or five years, the tree begins to bear fruit, and after twice as long, its crown already rises above the groves. Becoming more and more powerful, the palm tree has been proudly growing for almost a century. nine0003
And so, as some traveler put it, a person who only puts one nut in the ground will, perhaps, provide such a huge and undoubted benefit to himself and subsequent generations, which in a less mild climate would not bring the work of the whole life of many people.
Coconut gives excellent yields. While she lives, she bears fruit and, moreover, without any interruption. On it you can see two hundred nuts at the same time, and besides, countless white flowers, from which more will be tied; and although it takes a whole year for each of them to reach a state of ripeness, you can hardly find two fruits in exactly the same stage of development. nine0003
The proximity of the sea favors the growth of this tree. The most perfect specimens are found, apparently, on the coast itself, where the roots of the palm tree are literally washed by water. But this happens only on those islands where a ring of coral reefs protects the shore from the surf. Nuts grown in such places do not have a salty taste at all. Although the coconut palm bears fruit in every soil, upland and lowland, it does not flourish inland; I often observed in the upper reaches of the valleys that its high trunk leans towards the sea, as if striving for more fertile lands. nine0003
It is curious to note the following: if you deprive a coconut tree of the tuft of greenery on its top, the tree immediately dies; and if it is left in this form, the barrel, covered in life with a strong bark, almost impenetrable to a bullet, collapses and turns into dust in an incredibly short time. Perhaps this is partly due to the peculiarities of the structure of the trunk - a simple cylinder, consisting of the thinnest hollow tubes, closely pressed to each other and very hard; but if their integrity is broken above, then they become conductors of moisture and decay, spreading to the whole tree. nine0003
The most beautiful plantation of coconut palms that I know of, and the only plantation of them that I have ever seen on the islands, is located on the south coast of Papeete Bay. The trees were planted by the first Pomare about half a century ago, and as the soil proved especially suitable, the noble palms now form a magnificent grove that stretches for about a mile. There you will not find any other tree, almost no bush. The rakitovaya road crosses it in its entire length.
At noon, this grove is the most beautiful place in the world, full of peaceful charm. High overhead, you see green, fluttering arches through which the sun's rays break through. You seem to be walking among endless colonnades; everywhere the eye meets majestic avenues, crossing each other in all directions. An extraordinary silence reigns all around; soft, as if pre-sunset calm is poured in the air.
But now the long morning calm is replaced by a sea breeze; he stirs the tops of thousands of trees, and they nod their plumes. Soon the wind freshens; you hear the leaves rubbing against each other, and the flexible trunks begin to sway. By evening, the whole grove is agitated, and the traveler on the Rakitova road now and then shudders at the fall of nuts that come off fragile cuttings. The fruits fly through the air, whistling like juggler balls, and often roll and bounce on the ground for many tens of feet. nine0003
Chapter LXX
LIFE IN LUHULU
Finding the society in Luhulu very pleasant (the young girls were especially friendly to us), and most importantly, inflamed with a passion for the wonderful dinners that old Marharvai treated us to, we accepted his offer to stay for a few more days. We could then, he urged, join the group of villagers who were about to ride a league pirogue two leagues from Luhulu. These people are so loath to trouble themselves that the possibility of getting rid of the need to walk a few miles on foot is considered a sufficient reason for us not to hurry, even if we had no other reason to do so. nine0003
The inhabitants of the village, as we soon learned, constituted a peaceful community of relatives; it turned out that our master Marharvai was at the head of it. He was a local leader, and he owned neighboring lands. The rich almost always have large relatives, and everyone easily visited Markharvai - probably because he was, as it were, a local feudal lord. Like Captain Bob, he remained in many ways an old-timer and zealot for the traditions of a bygone pagan age.
Nowhere else, with the exception of Tamai, did we observe among the natives morals so little spoiled by recent changes. The traditional Tahitian lunch arranged for us on the day of our arrival is a perfect example of the usual way of life of the inhabitants of Luhulu. nine0003
We had a wonderful time. The doctor went about his business, and I did mine. Accompanied by some pretty companion, he constantly made excursions into the interior of the country, supposedly to collect a botanical collection, while I spent most of the day by the sea, sometimes going with the girls for a walk in a pirogue.
We often went fishing, not dozing over stupid lines, but jumping straight into the water and chasing prey among the coral rocks with a spear in hand.
Spear-fishing is great fun. The inhabitants of Eimeo all over the island trade it only in this way. Quiet shallow water between the reef and the shore, and at low tide and the reef itself are perfect for such fishing. At almost any time of the day, except for the always sacred noon hour, you can see fishermen doing their favorite thing. With loud cries, they brandish spears and, raising splashes, walk back and forth across the water. Sometimes a lone native wanders slowly along the shallows in the distance, peering intently and holding a spear at the ready. nine0003