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

Once

Once I was a monarch’s daughter
And sat on a lady’s knee
But am now a nightly rover
Banished to the ivy tree

Crying hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Hoo, hoo, hoo. My feet are cold.

Pity me for here you see me,
Persecuted, poor, and old.

I once was a knight’s daughter
And sat on my father’s knee
But now I’m a poor hoolet
And hide in a hollow tree

June 14, 2018 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Nonsense


by Mary Coleridge

I had a boat and the boat had wings;

And I did dream that we went a-flying

Over the heads of queens and kings,

Over the souls of dead and dying,

Up among the stars and the great white rings,

And where the moon on her back is lying.

June 14, 2018 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Margaret Mee and the Moonflower

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June 13, 2018 at 8:25 pm 1 comment

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June 12, 2018 at 8:25 pm 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

HAPPY DAYS


by Kate Greenaway

“Are you going next week to see Phillis and Phoebe?

Phillis on Monday will be just fourteen.

She says we shall all have our tea in the garden,

And afterwards have some nice games on the green.

“I wanted a new frock, but mother said, ‘No,’

So I must be content with my old one you see.

But then white is so pretty, and kind Aunt Matilda

Has sent down a beautiful necklace for me.”

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

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