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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

It is the summer’s great last heat…

It is the summer’s great last heat
It is the fall’s first chill: They meet.

Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt

September 22, 2017 at 5:25 am Leave a comment

C’est l’été !

July 15, 2017 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Summertime Rhyme

July 13, 2017 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Marjorie’s Almanac

By Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Marjorie’s Almanac
Robins in the tree-top,
Blossoms in the grass,
Green things a-growing
Everywhere you pass;
Sudden little breezes,
Showers of silver dew,
Black bough and bent twig
Budding out anew;
Pine-tree and willow-tree,
Fringed elm and larch,—
Don’t you think that May-time’s
Pleasanter than March?

Apples in the orchard
Mellowing one by one;
Strawberries upturning
Soft cheeks to the sun;

Roses faint with sweetness,
Lilies fair of face,
Drowsy scents and murmurs
Haunting every place;
Lengths of golden sunshine,
Moonlight bright as day,—
Don’t you think that summer’s
Pleasanter than May?

Roger in the corn-patch
Whistling negro songs;
**** by the hearth-side
Romping with the tongs;
Chestnuts in the ashes
Bursting through the rind;
Red leaf and gold leaf
Rustling down the wind;
Mother “doin’ peaches”
All the afternoon,—
Don’t you think that autumn’s
Pleasanter than June?

Little fairy snow-flakes
Dancing in the flue;
Old Mr. Santa Claus,
What is keeping you?
Twilight and firelight
Shadows come and go;

Merry chime of sleigh-bells
Tinkling through the snow;
Mother knitting stockings
(****’s got the ball),—
Don’t you think that winter’s
Pleasanter than all?

May 1, 2015 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

The Tale of Princess Kaguya: Nursery Rhyme

The Tale of Princess Kaguya
From The Tale of Princess Kaguya
By Isao Takahata, Japan, 2013, 137 min

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February 20, 2015 at 8:25 pm 3 comments

Summertime

by George Gershwin

Summertime,
And the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’
And the cotton is high

Your daddy’s rich
And your mamma’s good lookin’
So hush little baby
Don’t you cry

One of these mornings
You’re going to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take to the sky

But until that morning
There’s a’nothing can harm you
With your daddy and mammy standing by

Summertime,
And the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’
And the cotton is high

Your daddy’s rich
And your mamma’s good lookin’
So hush little baby
Don’t you cry

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July 26, 2010 at 8:52 pm Leave a comment


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