Year 4 Homework

Date set: 10.3.17

Date Due in: 17.3.17

Reading (every day):

Please write in your reading diary when you have read.

You will have been allocated a Bug Club book to read at home, which will be different to the one that you are reading in school. Check with your teacher if you are not sure which one is which. Don’t forget to answer the ‘bugs’- look out for them on each page!

Maths (20mins):

Our topic this week is division. Maths work will be posted on Mathletics. If you have any problems accessing this work please speak to the teacher for a paper copy.

Please also practise your times tables. This week I need to practise my ______ x tables.

Spellings (20mins):

These  should be practised for a short time each day, using the words given in sentences.

You need to:

 • look at each word

• say the word

• copy the word in first space

• cover the words and try to write it from memory

• check to see if they are right

This week your spellings all contain the topic words you will need for our science lessons. Look up the meanings and try to use them in a sentence.

Group 1

Group one	Copy and cover	Write and check	Write again	Group two	Copy and cover	Write and check	Write again
sound				vibration
wave				environmental
pitch				conditions
tune				experiment
investigate				temperature
experiment				pitch
vibrate				category
record				frequency
classify				analyse
category				conclusion
				investigation
				presentation

 

Literacy (20 mins):

One of the National Curriculum objectives for Year Four is to prepare poems to read aloud. This week we would like you to choose one of the short poems below and practise it, ready for a performance next week (we will perform them in class on Friday). We will post some tips about performance poems on the blog for you to read. Try to learn at least part of your poem off by heart. If you can learn the whole poem off by heart, even better.

Slowly

Slowly the tide creeps up the sand,

Slowly the shadows cross the land.

Slowly the carthorse pulls his mile,

Slowly the old man mounts the stile.

Slowly the hands move round the clock,

Slowly the dew dries on the dock.

Slow is the snail – but slowest of all

the green moss spreads on the old brick wall.

James Reeves.

 

Bed in Summer

In winter I get up at night

And dress by yellow candle-light.

In summer, quite the other way,

I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see

The birds still hopping on the tree,

Or hear the grown-up people's feet

Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,

When all the sky is clear and blue,

And I should like so much to play,

To have to go to bed by day?

Robert Louis Stevenson

 

The door

Go and open the door.

Maybe outside there's

a tree, or a wood,

a garden,

or a magic city.

Go and open the door.

Maybe a dog's rummaging.

Maybe you'll see a face,

or an eye,

or the picture

of a picture.

Go and open the door.

If there's a fog

it will clear.

Go and open the door.

Even if there's only

the darkness ticking,

even if there's only

the hollow wind,

even if

nothing

is there,

go and open the door.

At least

there'll be

a draught.

Miroslav Holub

Gran Can You Rap?

Gran was in her chair she was taking a nap

When I tapped her on the shoulder to see if she could rap.

Gran can you rap? Can you rap? Can you Gran?

And she opened one eye and she said to me, Man,

I'm the best rapping Gran this world's ever seen

I'm a tip-top, slip-slap, rap-rap queen.

And she rose from the chair in the corner of the room

And she started to rap with a bim-bam-boom,

And she rolled up her eyes and she rolled round her head

And as she rolled by this is what she said,

I'm the best rapping gran this world's ever seen

I'm a nip-nap, yip-yap, rap-rap queen.

Then she rapped past my Dad and she rapped past my mother,

She rapped past me and my little baby brother.

She rapped her arms narrow she rapped her arms wide,

She rapped through the door and she rapped outside.

 She's the best rapping Gran this world's ever seen

She's a drip-drop, trip-trap, rap-rap queen.

She rapped down the garden she rapped down the street,

The neighbours all cheered and they tapped their feet.

She rapped through the traffic lights as they turned red

As she rapped round the corner this is what she said,

 I'm the best rapping Gran this world's ever seen

 I'm a flip-flop, hip-hop, rap-rap queen.

She rapped down the lane she rapped up the hill,

And she disappeared she was rapping still.

I could hear Gran's voice saying, Listen Man,

Listen to the rapping of the rap-rap Gran.

I'm the best rapping Gran this world's ever seen

I'm a -

tip-top, slip-slap,

 nip-nap, yip-yap,

hip-hop, trip-trap,

 touch yer cap,

 take a nap,

 happy, happy, happy, happy,

 rap-rap-queen.

Jack Ousby

 

Adventures of Isabel
Isabel met an enormous bear,
Isabel, Isabel, didn’t care;
The bear was hungry, the bear was ravenous,
The bear’s big mouth was cruel and cavernous.
The bear said, Isabel, glad to meet you,
How do, Isabel, now I’ll eat you!
Isabel, Isabel, didn’t worry.
Isabel didn’t scream or scurry.
She washed her hands and she straightened her hair up,
Then Isabel quietly ate the bear up.

Ogden Nash

 

Jim

There was a Boy whose name was Jim;

His Friends were very good to him.

They gave him Tea, and Cakes, and Jam,

And slices of delicious Ham,

And Chocolate with pink inside

And little Tricycles to ride,

And read him Stories through and through,

And even took him to the Zoo—

But there it was the dreadful Fate

Befell him, which I now relate.

You know—or at least you ought to know,

For I have often told you so—

That Children never are allowed

To leave their Nurses in a Crowd;

Now this was Jim's especial Foible,

He ran away when he was able,

And on this inauspicious day

He slipped his hand and ran away!

He hadn't gone a yard when—Bang!

With open Jaws, a lion sprang,

And hungrily began to eat

The Boy: beginning at his feet.

Now, just imagine how it feels

When first your toes and then your heels,

And then by gradual degrees,

Your shins and ankles, calves and knees,

Are slowly eaten, bit by bit.

No wonder Jim detested it!

No wonder that he shouted ``Hi!''

The Honest Keeper heard his cry,

Though very fat he almost ran

To help the little gentleman.

``Ponto!'' he ordered as he came

(For Ponto was the Lion's name),

``Ponto!'' he cried, with angry Frown,

``Let go, Sir! Down, Sir! Put it down!''

The Lion made a sudden stop,

He let the Dainty Morsel drop,

And slunk reluctant to his Cage,

Snarling with Disappointed Rage.

But when he bent him over Jim,

The Honest Keeper's Eyes were dim.

The Lion having reached his Head,

The Miserable Boy was dead!

When Nurse informed his Parents, they

Were more Concerned than I can say:—

His Mother, as She dried her eyes,

Said, ``Well—it gives me no surprise,

He would not do as he was told!''

His Father, who was self-controlled,

Bade all the children round attend

To James's miserable end,

And always keep a-hold of Nurse

For fear of finding something worse.