Numbers The Rhyme Rocket

Our mission: search the universe for poetry, one rhyme at a time!

# Blasting through the universe Rhyme collecting, song detecting

# Grabbing great poems from the planets and the stars

# The Rhyme Rocket

# Top tongue-twisters, super songs with Professor Poet and Officer Ditty

-# She's Commander Rhyme-a-lot

-And I'm the one in charge!

# The Rhyme Rocket!

# The Rhyme Rocket! #

-Ho-ho-ho.

-Wow, what's that, Professor?

-It's my new cake safe.

-Your new cake safe?

-It keeps my cakes safe! This is the Stella 9,000.

It's meteor-proof, cake-thief-proof and it doesn't even need a key.

Wow. How does it open?

All I do is I type a secret number and, hey, presto, it opens!

-SAFE BLOWS RASPBERRY You forgot the number.

-No, no...

Let me just try one more time.

-SAFE BLOWS RASPBERRY

-Third time lucky.

-SAFE BLOWS RASPBERRY

-Oh, dear.

BEEPING That sound reminds me of something.

It's the rhyme radar! Why aren't you two standing by?

-Sorry, Commander.

-Ditty, check it out.

It's the rhyme recruits on Earth.

-They'll have a poem for us!

-What are we waiting for?

Our mission is to collect poems from across the universe.

ALL: One rhyme at a time!

-I need to get my cake out.

-It'll be safe in there.

Are you going to join in the rhyme?

Let's get this rocket started, the engine runs on rhyme

Poems are its fuel, they get us there on time.

-Stand to attention!

-Yes.

-Do your final checks.

-Check.

-Go to the toilet.

-Flush.

-We're ready on the deck.

Don't forget your seatbelt. It's going to be fast.

-Switch. Click. Push. Twist.

-It's going to be a blast!

Ten. Nine.

Communicate.

Eight. Seven.

-Six. Five.

-All systems live.

Four. Three. Two.

-We have...

-ALL: Blast-off!

Another successful blast-off, team. Let's not waste any time.

Ditty, scan the universe for poetry. We need to fill our rhyme tanks.

I've found rhymes about numbers.

Let's see if collecting them is as easy as one, two, three.

Earth calling the Rhyme Rocket.

-Three.

-Bee.

-Key.

I wonder what this word is.

-Tree.

-Yes! That's right.

-Six.

-Bricks.

-Sticks.

What's the final rhyming word?

Mix.

Yes! Well done, rhyme recruits.

Bye, Rhyme Rocket.

Bye, rhyme recruits.

Thanks to your rhyming words, our fuel tanks are running.

If only I could remember the number to my safe,

I could be having a lovely scone and cup of tea.

-How about a number ditty to jog your memory. Ditty?

-Oh, um, OK.

# There were ten fat sausages sizzling in the pan

ALL: # Ten fat sausages sizzling in the pan

# One went pop! And the other went bang!

# There were eight fat sausages sizzling in the pan. #

-Ten.

-SAFE BLOWS RASPBERRY

-Oh. Eight?

-SAFE BLOWS RASPBERRY

No, stop it, it's not working.

SHE SNIFFS

-What can you whiff, Commander? Sausages?

-No.

I can smell... a rhyme.

On our front door

is the number four -

that's the very same age as me.

And Saturday was fine...

..cos Carla was nine...

..which is one plus five plus three.

The bus we get to Nan's is the number 62.

I go there with my mum and Lee.

But the number 28 is the best of all.

On this I hope we all agree.

It's my favourite takeaway.

-Egg-fried rice.

-Happy day!

I like it piled up high for my tea.

The fuel gauge has gone up again!

What's the code? My memory has gone. I'm never going to get my scone.

If it's food you want, let's activate the soundascope!

SIZZLING

Sounds like sizzling sausages. It's a feast for my ears!

Mmm!

Mmmm!

ALL: Mmm! Mmm!

I can almost smell them.

Wait there. The sound is changing.

DOG BARKING

It sounds like a dog. And I think he's hungry.

No. He's going to steal my sausages. Get off! Down!

-DOG GROWLING

-Down!

-Down! Down!

-Careful, Professor! Don't lose your sausages.

-Oh!

-Is the coast clear, Commander?

-I'm afraid not. I can hear another dog.

Sam, our dog, couldn't care less. The vacuum cleaners sort out mess.

So every time I start to clean, he barks and growls at our machine.

Until, without a trace of fear,

he attacked the hose and pulled it clear.

Which is why my dad has made a rule that every day, after school,

dogs who bark at any machine can be heard a little, but never seen.

-Oh!

-It's OK. We'll help you remember the number for your cake safe.

Um, how about one, two, buckle my shoe?

-One.

-SAFE BLOWS RASPBERRY

-No. Two?

-SAFE BLOWS RASPBERRY

No. They're not my number.

Sorry to interrupt. The fuel tanks could do with a boost.

When we need some fuel, my limericks are cool.

A professor who liked to bake Made a rather unlucky mistake

He locked up his scone But the number has gone

-So now he can't get to his cake!

-SAFE BLOWS RASPBERRY

-A great limerick! Shall we do it together?

-Yes.

-OK.

BOTH: A professor who liked to bake Made a rather unlucky mistake

He locked up his scone But the number has gone

So now he can't get to his cake!

SAFE BLOWS RASPBERRY

It's the rhyme rock, an incredible place where the poetry is ace!

Performers eager to take centre stage...

..To help us boost our fuel gauge.

-Ditty, beam aboard the Tiny Tweeties.

-Aye-aye!

I've always wanted to see their rhymes.

# I'm a pirate, look at me

# A hat and a patch and a hook, you see

# Do the pirate jig with me as we sail the seven seas

# Hit your shoes, one, two

# Pat your knees, one, two, three

# Stamp the floor, one, two, three, four

# Punch the sky, one, two, three, four, five

# I'm a pirate, look at me

# A hat and a patch and a hook, you see

# Do the pirate jig with me as we sail the seven seas

# Hit your shoes, one, two

# Pat your knees, one, two, three

# Stamp the floor, one, two, three, four

# Punch the sky, one, two, three, four, five

# I'm a pirate, look at me

# A hat and a patch and a hook, you see

# Do the pirate jig with me as we sail the seven seas. #

CHEERING

It was out of this world! We'll beam you back before we get out of range.

Hold onto your guitar. Make sure your socks don't end up on your head,

because sometimes that happens.

After that number-tastic rhyme, our fuel tanks are almost full!

-Ditty, where are we headed?

-Um...

The rhyme nav is sending us to a group of rhyme recruits

in Washington.

Excellent. They will be able to help us to create a poem about numbers.

DING-DONG!

'Entering earth's atmosphere. Stand by for entry. Stand by for entry.'

Oh, no, I can't remember my cake code.

-35? 31? 452213? 16?

-Quiet!

I need to make an announcement.

Greetings, earthlings.

'The Rhyme Rocket is ready to collect your words.'

-147?

-Crew, hit the brakes!

Yes, Commander.

We've reached our destination. Washington! Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

We need to collect the poem from the rhyme recruits. Is that clear?

Yes, miss. I mean, ma'am.

Ready.

# One, two, three, four, five, once I caught a fish alive

-# Six, seven... #

-Stop it.

Sorry, I might have rewired the flight deck a tiny bit this morning.

-Ditty, Ditty. Are you ready?

-Yes, ma'am.

The rhyme recruits are waiting for you. Get a move on!

# Rhyme rocket!

# Rhyme rocket!

# Whizzing through space

# With a smile on our face from planet Rhyme to Earth

# Great poems we've got thanks to Rhyme-a-lot from across the universe

# And now we've found our rhyme recruits so we're really aiming high

# Stand up and shout our words and sounds, get our rhymes to fly! #

-One, two.

-Buckle my shoe.

-Three, four.

-Knock on the door.

-Ten green bottles.

-Sitting on a wall.

-Crash!

-Bang!

-You made them fall.

-Five, six.

-Pick up sticks.

-Seven, eight.

-Lay them straight.

-Nine, ten.

-It's you again.

-Think of a number.

-Big or small.

-A thousand rhymes.

-Let's say them all!

Fantastic poem. Well done, recruits!

Oh, it's filled up our rhyme tanks!

CHEERING

Crew, it's time to head home.

Rhyme recruits, do one last thing for us.

Never stop rhyming!

# Everyone here has really good rhymes, the best we've ever heard

# But now the crew must say goodbye and rocket from your world

# We'll go whizzing through space from Earth to planet Rhyme

# Cheery-bye, butterfly! Must dash in a flash! See you all next time!

# The Rhyme Rocket!

# The Rhyme Rocket! #

-Mission complete.

-It would be if I had my scone.

Never mind, Professor. We still have each other.

The best Rhyme Rocket crew ever.

The crew! Of course. One, two, three. There's three of us.

Three is my magic number.

PING!

You chose your secret code number to remind you of us?

Well, yes, you're my two favourite people in the whole universe.

-Wait! In that case, you won't mind sharing your scone with us.

-Oh!

Hoo-hoo-hoo!

# The Rhyme Rocket!

# The Rhyme Rocket! #

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