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Bed in Summer

by Robert Louis Stevenson

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?

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July 2, 2018 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Paper Hamsa

June 16, 2018 at 5:25 am Leave a comment

In the Summer

by Thomas Hood

In the summer when I go to bed
The sun still streaming overhead
My bed becomes so small and hot
With sheets and pillow in a knot
And then I lie and try to see
The things I’d really like to be.

I think I’d be a glossy cat
A little plump, but not too fat,
I’d never touch a bird or mouse
I’m much too busy round the house.

And then a fierce and hungry hound
The king of dogs for miles around
I’d chase the postman just for fun
To see how quickly he could run.

Perhaps I’d be a crocodile
Within the marshes of the Nile
And paddle in the river-bed
With dripping mud-caps on my head.

Or maybe next a mountain goat,
With shaggy whiskers at my throat,
Leaping streams and jumping rocks
In stripey pink and purple socks.

Or else I’d be a polar bear
And on an iceberg make my lair;
I’d keep a shop in Baffin Sound
To sell icebergs by the pound.

And then I’d be a wise old frog,
Squatting on a sunken log,
I’d teach the fishes lots of games
And how to read and write their names.

An Indian lion then I’d be
And lounge about on my settee;
I’d feed on nothing but bananas
And spend all day in my pyjamas.

I’d like to be a tall giraffe
Makings lots of people laugh;
I’d do a tap-dance in the street
With little bells upon my feet.

And then I’d be a foxy fox
Streaking through the hollyhocks;
Horse or hound would ne’er catch me
I’m master of disguise, you see.

I think I’d be a chimpanzee
With musical ability,
I’d play a silver clarinet
Or form a Monkey String Quartet.

And then a snake with scales of gold
Guarding hoards of wealth untold,
No thief would dare to steal a pin –
But friends of mine I would let in.

But then before I really know
Just what I’d be or where I’d go
My bed becomes so wide and deep
And all my thoughts are fast asleep.

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June 9, 2018 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

World Turtle Day

May 23, 2018 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

World Baking Day

Celebrate World Baking Day… sweet!

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May 17, 2018 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

The Mother of Mother’s Day

FUN FACT

Mother’s Day is a singular possessive because Anna Jarvis intended for the holiday to honor “the best mother who ever lived, yours.”

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May 13, 2018 at 5:25 am Leave a comment

Kodomo no hi

Happy Children’s Day!

Koinobori Song

Yane yori takai koinobori
Ookii magoi wa otousan
Chiisai higoi wa kodomotachi
Omoshirosouni oyoideru

The koinobori are higher than the rooftops
The big black carp is the father
The small golden-red carp is the child
How pleasing it is to swim!

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May 5, 2018 at 5:25 am Leave a comment

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