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Here are the poems and texts for this year's Oral Proficiency Contest.


Year 1

The Enormous Crocodile, by Roald Dahl

I'm going to fill my hungry empty tummy

With something yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy!

The sort of things that I'm going to eat

Have fingers, toe-nails, arms and legs and feet.


Download the poem read by Nina here.


Year 2

The Giraffe, the Pelly and Me, by Roald Dahl

We use water and soap

Plus some kindness and hope,

But we never use ladders, not we.

Who needs ladders at all

When you're thirty feet tall?

Not Giraffe and not Pelly! Not me!


Download the poem read by Laura here.


Year 3

The Magic Finger, by Roald Dahl

It always happens when I get crossed, when I see red...

Then I get very, very hot all over...

Then the tip of the forefinger of my right hand begins to tingle most terribly...

And suddenly a sort of flash comes out of me!


Download the text read by Laura here.


Year 4

George's Marvellous Medicine, by Roald Dahl

A mixture tough, a mixture strong.

And then, heigh-ho, and down it goes,

A nice big spoonful (hold your nose)

Just gulp it down and have no fear.

How do you like it, granny dear?

Will she go pop? Will she explode?

Will she go flying down the road?


Download the poem read by Lucía Soriano here.


Year 5

Quote by Roald Dahl

A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly.

You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth,

but if you have good thoughts

it will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.


Year 6

The Lion, by Roald Dahl

The lion just adores to eat

A lot of red and tender meat

And if you ask the lion what

Is much the tenderest of the lot,

He will not say a roast of lamb

Or curried beef or devilled ham

Or crispy pork or corned beef hash

Or sausages or mutton mash.

Then could it be a big plump hen?

He answers no. What is it, then?

Oh, lion dear, could I not make

You happy with a lovely steak?

Could I entice you from your lair

With rabbit pie or roasted hare?

The lion smiled and shook his head.

He came up very close and said,

'The meat I am about to chew

Is neither steak nor chops. IT'S YOU!'


You can watch a video of the poem here:



The Pig, by Roald Dahl


PART 1 (Ms Massaneda’s class)

In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn't puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?


PART 2 (Ms Bonastre’s class)

His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found.
Till suddenly one wondrous night
All in a flash he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, 'By gum, I've got the answer!'
'They want my bacon slice by slice
'To sell at a tremendous price!
'They want my tender juicy chops
'To put in all the butcher's shops!
'They want my pork to make a roast
'And that's the part'll cost the most!
'They want my sausages in strings!
'They even want my chitterlings!
'The butcher's shop! The carving knife!
'That is the reason for my life!'


PART 3 (Ms Sol’s class)

Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great peace of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor…
Now comes the rather grizzly bit
So let's not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head

And with a little smile he said,
'I had a fairly powerful hunch
'That he might have me for his lunch.
'And so, because I feared the worst,
'I thought I'd better eat him first.'


You can watch a video of the poem clicking here and listen to Stephen Bellamy reciting it here:

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