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I walk with my little lantern

I walk with my little lantern,
My lantern, myself and I,
Above the stars are shining,
On Earth we are stars to the sky.
The rooster crows, the cat meows:
Hey! Hey! Hey!
La bimmel, la bummel, la bey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
La bimmel, la bummel, la bey!

We walk with our little lanterns,
Our lanterns so shiny and bright,
We wind our way through the darkness,
A sea of twinkling light.
The pale moon cries as we pass by:
Hey! Hey! Hey!
La bimmel, la bummel, la bey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
La bimmel, la bummel, la bey!

We walk with our little lanterns,
Our lanterns so shiny and bright,
We sing sweet songs in the darkness
Our voices so cheerful tonight.
As we walk round how good it sounds:
Hey! Hey! Hey!
La bimmel, la bummel, la bey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
La bimmel, la bummel, la bey!

We walk with our little lanterns,
Our lanterns so shiny and bright,
We wander home through the darkness
With a flickering fading of light.
The flame grows dim but still we sing:
Hey! Hey! Hey!
La bimmel, la bummel, la bey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
La bimmel, la bummel, la bey!

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November 11, 2017 at 11:25 pm Leave a comment

Ich geh mit meiner Laterne

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November 11, 2017 at 3:25 pm Leave a comment

In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

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November 10, 2017 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

In a Haunted House

A rhyming tale based on In A People House by Dr. Seuss

Come inside, Mr. Bird, said the mouse,
I’ll show you what there is in a haunted house.
A haunted house has things that scare
like spider webs and darkened stairs.
Blood-filled bathtub, floating brooms.
That’s what you find in haunted rooms.
Fresh dug soil that smells like the dead,
Unexplained shadows, severed head.
These are claw marks on a creaky door.
Come along, I’ll show you more.
Here’s a coffin. Here’s some gore.
Gravestones, white sheets, eerie wails.
Candelabra, bed of nails.
Ouija board, skeleton key, demonic voices on TV.
Come on! Come on! There’s more to see!**
You’ll see a human skull in a haunted house.
An ominous grandfather clock, said the mouse.
Moving curtains, creepy doll,
Bloody footprints down the hall.
Insects, cold spots, and falling books.
Knives and axes, scalpels, hooks.
Strange faces in mirrors and floating things.
A clown toy with tiny bells that ring.
Flying bats and slime that gleams.
Look behind you! I’m going to scream!
And another thing, it’s time you knew,
a haunted house has ghosts in it, too!
And now, Mr. Bird, said the mouse,
You know what there is in a haunted house.

October 31, 2017 at 8:05 pm Leave a comment

I Put a Spell on You

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October 31, 2017 at 3:15 pm Leave a comment

Illuminated Lives

A Brief History of Women’s Work in the Middle Ages

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October 29, 2017 at 5:25 am Leave a comment

If you’re going to the Klondike

If you’re going to the Klondike
I’ll tell you what to do,
Be sure you take a ton of grub,
Or better yet, take two.
For you’ll find that you’ll be hungry,
Morning, noon and night,
And you’ll soon have what the people
Call a Klondike appetite.

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September 23, 2017 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

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