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Daddy Fell Into The Pond

By the Wonderful Alfred Noyes

Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.

We had nothing to do and nothing to say.

We were nearing the end of a dismal day,

                                         And there seemed to be nothing beyond,


                                                      Daddy fell into the pond!

And everyone's face grew merry and bright,

And Timothy danced for sheer delight.

"Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!

He's crawling out of the duckweed."


Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,

And doubled up, shaking silently,

And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft

And is sounded as if the old drake laughed.

O, there wasn't a
thing that didn't respond


                     Daddy fell into the pond!


with Diddily and the Dee Dot

 I do love alphabets they bring out the artist in me. I can't draw but I can find images and hopefully latch them to the rhyme or poem. This specific one has no name other than
A was an Archer.

It was written around circa 1700, by whom we shall probably never know. It is in quite a few books but I took this from the Oxford Book of Children's Verse, which is a must buy for all children who love verse both long and short. An ideal Birthday or Christmas Present or better still a Graduation to Junior, Middle of Senior Gift.

A was an Archer, and shot at a frog,Frog I hope would jump away.
B was a Blindman, and led by a dog.This Dog is asleep in his Kennel
was a Cutpurse, and lived in disgrace,A Cutpurse is an old fashioned word for a pickpocket.
D was a Drunkard, and had a red face.

E was an Eater, a glutton was he,
F was a Fighter, and fought with a flea.
G was a Giant, and pulled down a
The Illman was not very nicehouse,
H was a Hunter, and hunted a mouse.
A Stag is a very Noble Animal

I was an Ill man, and hated by all,Jump, did you notice there is no letter JPoor little Mouse
K was a Knave, and he robbed great and small.
L was a Liar, and told many lies,
M was a Madman, and beat out his eyes.A Noble Man has a title.
N was a Nobleman, nobly born,
O was an Ostler, and stole horses' corn.An Ostler was someone who looked after the travellers horse for the Inn keeper
P was a Pedlar, and sold many pins,Ostler's look after the horses in an Inn
Q was a Quarreller, and broke both his shins.

R was a Rogue, and ran about town,
S was a Sailor, a man of renown.A Sailor on the sea
T was a Tailer, and lavishly bent,Pedlars are still around today, they used to sell pretty ribbonsKing Louis X, was nicknamed the Quarreller
U was a Usurer, took ten per cent.
W was a Writer, and money he earned,
X was one Xenophon, prudent and learn'd.
Y was a Yeoman, and worked for his bread,The Great Zeno was a Magician and PhilosopherThe Yeoman of the Guard
Z was one Zeno the Great, A Usurer was a money lender or Loan Sharkbut he's dead.

Winnie the Pooh loves Alphabet Rhymes

Maybe we could make a Winnie the Pooh Alphabet, shall I give it a try.

Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland

The Kid's House presents
 Pooh's Alphabet

Aa:      Pooh Bear likes A apples  but not as much as honey.
                                                   He likes to have lots of both in his tummy !

Bb:     Christopher Robin does like your  Boat   Pooh Bear.
                                                          Are you taking him out somewhere?

Cc:  Do you know who loves C carrots?  It's Rabbit you know.
                                              But did you know he likes lettuce and playing in snow.
Dd: Is for Disney and  Dancing and Darby
                                                             Goodness me children! Soon we'll have Barbie!

Ee:     Who else but  Eeyorewould be feeling so down -
       When with all those balloons, he should smile like a clown.

Ff:  Friends Forever Friends Forever Piglet and Pooh
Eeyore and Kanga, Tigger and Roo.

Gg:   Is for Gopher who arrived in the wood
He has a Grandfather who is oft' in the mud

Hh:    Heffelump we just love the film you made with the Pooh and his friends
Which we watch in Dreamland and Castle with friends

Ii:  Ice is for skatingwith bumps and falls Tigger and eeyore in the snow
Tigger and Eeyore are playing snow balls.

Jj:   Is for a Jar of cookies or Jam or Money or  Hunny
And why because it's yummy, yum, yummy.

Kk:   Pooh with a KITE.Pooh Bear flies his Kite on a windy day,OUT PLAYING
I wonder if anyone else is at play.

Ll:   Is for laughter and living  Loving with Pooh Bearand Lovin,
In Hundred Acres Woods with Christopher Robin.

Mm:   Is for Movies and Pooh in one of his many filmsPooh's been in many
There is a new one arriving in the year Twenty Eleven

Nn:  Is for Numbers in Cross Stitch so smart
Now we have Pooh Bear showing us some art.

Oo:   Twit-Twoo, Twit-Twoo Owl has a packet under his wing too.
Could it be another present for Pooh, if not, then WHOOOOOO.

Pp:  Piglet and Pooh have seen a butterfly,
Shall we ask Pooh why everyone has parcels?

Qq:  Look it's Pooh, Tigger and Darby they are very smart today, This is Queen Pepper of Peppercorn Green
        Is it tomorrow Christopher Robin is going with Alice to see the Queen ?

Time for a wee break I'm sure we need a little Winnie song and dance.

Rr:  I love little I Love little Roo he has such a happy smile,SmileEeyores bow
                                               He thinks Eeyore's red bow has plenty of style

Ss: Swimming it is for Piglet and Pooh are about to go Swimming in the river,Tigger comes bouncing
I think that are glad that they don't see that Tigger

      Tt: And here he is, can it just be, a Bouncing Tigger come for Tea
He'll bounce on the ceiling and the floor, then bounce Eeyore out the door.

Uu:   Up on the Up on the cliffat the end of the day,
Then Under the Moon we'll make our way, back home.

Piglet loves Pooh with his heart
Vv:   Violets and Vegetables, Rabbit and Owl loves them both
But Piglet Loves Pooh Bear better than most.

Ww:   What else can the W mean but Winnie the PoohHooray for Winnie. .

Xxxxxxxxxx is for kissesLots of Kisses for Pooh and his Gang
Yy:    Why it is some ones So it is some ones birthday after all Whose do you think it was?
It was Eeyores I'm sure !
I will pop this picture on later for you to print and draw.

Zzzz Time for bed, good night everyoneEVERY BODY

The Kids House tells you the story of 

The Buried Moon

An English Fairy Tale:

Edmund Dulac's short story:

In my old Granny's days, long, long--oh, so long ago, Carland was just a collection of bogs. Pools of black water lay in the hollows, and little green rivulets scurried away here and there like long lizards trying to escape from their tails, while every tuft that you trod upon would squirt up at you like anything. Oh! it _was_ a nice place to be in on a dark night, I give you my word.

Now, I've heard my Granny say that a long time before her day the Moon got trapped and buried in the bog. I'll tell you the tale as she used to tell it to me.

On some nights the beautiful Moon rose up in the sky and shone brighter and brighter, and the people blessed her because by her wonderful light they could find their way home at night through the treacherous bogs. But on other nights she did not come, and then it was so dark that the traveller could not find his way; and, besides, the Evil Things that feared the light--toads and creepy, crawly things, to say nothing of Bogles and Little Bad People--came out in the darkness to do all the harm they could, for they hated the people and were always trying to lead them astray. Many a poor man going home in the dark had been enticed by these malevolent things into quicksands and mud pools. When the Moon was away and the night was black, these vile creatures had their will.

When the Moon learned about this, she was very grieved, for she is a sweet, kind body, who spends nights without sleep, so as to show a light for people going home. She was troubled about it all, and said to herself, 'I'll just go down and see how matters stand.'

So, when the dark end of the month came round, she stepped down out of the sky, wrapped from head to foot in her black travelling cloak with the hood drawn over her bright golden hair. For a moment she stood at the edge of the marshes, looking this way and that. Everywhere, as far as she could see, was the dismal bog, with pools of black water, and gnarled, fantastic-looking snags sticking up here and there amid the dank growth of weeds and grasses. There was no light save the feeble glimmer of the stars reflected in the gloomy pools; but, upon the grass where she stood, a bright ring of moonlight shone from her feet beneath her cloak.

The Moon was buried, lying like dead in the dirty bogShe saw this and drew her garments closer about her. It was cold, and she was trembling. She feared that vast expanse of bog and its evil creatures, but she was determined to face the matter out and see exactly how the thing stood.

Guided by the light that streamed from her feet, she advanced into the bog. As the summer wind stirs one tussock after another, so she stepped onward between the slimy ponds and deadly quagmires. Now she reached a jet-black pool, and all too late she saw the stars shining in its depths. Her foot tripped and all she could do was to snatch at an overhanging branch of a snag as she fell forward. To this she clung, but, fast as she gripped it, faster still some tendrils from the bough whipped round her wrists like manacles and held her there a prisoner. She struggled and wrenched and tugged with all her might and main, but the tendrils only tightened and cut into her wrists like steel bands.

In her frantic struggles the hood of her cloak fell back from her dazzling golden hair, and immediately the whole place was flooded with light.]

As she stood there shivering in the dark and wondering how to free herself, she heard far away in the bog a voice calling through the night. It was a wailing cry, dying away in despair. She listened and listened, and the repeated cry came nearer; then she heard footsteps--halting, stumbling and slipping. At last, by the dim light of the stars, she saw a haggard, despairing face with fearful eyes; and then she knew it was a poor man who had lost his way and was floundering on to his death. Now he caught sight of a gleam of light from the captive Moon, and made his uncertain way towards it, thinking it meant help. As he came nearer and nearer the pool, the Moon saw that her light was luring him to his death, and she felt so very sorry for him, and so angry with herself that she struggled fiercely at the cords that held her. It was all in vain, but, in her frantic struggles, the hood of her cloak fell back from her dazzling golden hair, and immediately the whole place was flooded with light, which fell on muddy pools and quicks and quags, glinting on the twisted roots and making the whole place as clear as day.

How glad the wayfarer was to see the light! How pleased he was to see all the Evil Things of the dark scurrying back into their holes! He could now find his way, and he made for the edge of the treacherous marsh with such haste that he had not time to wonder at the strange thing that had happened. He did not know that the blessed light that showed him his path to safety shone from the radiant hair of the Moon, bound fast to a snag and half buried in the bog. And the Moon herself was so glad he was safe, that she forgot her own danger and need. But, as she watched him making good his escape from the terrible dangers of the marshes, she was overcome by a great longing to follow him. This made her tug and strain again like a demented creature, until she sank exhausted, Fear crept over the villages as the new moon didn't appearbut not free, in the mud at the foot of the snag. As she did so, her head fell forward on her breast, and the hood of her cloak again covered her shining hair.

At that moment, just as suddenly as the light had shone out before, the darkness came down with a swish, and all the vile things that loved it came out of their hiding-places with a kind of whispering screech which grew louder and louder as they swarmed abroad on the marshes. Now they gathered round the poor Moon, snarling and scratching at her and screaming hateful mockeries at her. At last they had her in their power--their old foe whose light they could not endure; the Bright One whose smile of light sent them scurrying away into their crevices and defeated their fell designs.

'Hell roast thee!' cried an ugly old witch-thing; 'thou'rt the meddlesome body that spoils all our brews.'

'Out on thee!' shrieked the bogle-bodies; 'if 'twere not for thee we'd have the marsh to ourselves.'

And there was a great clamour--as out-of-tune as out-of-tune could be. All the things of darkness raised their harsh and cracked voices against the Bright One of the sky. 'Ha, ha!' and 'Ho, ho!' and 'He, he!' mingled with chuckles of fiendish glee, until it seemed as if the very trickles and gurgles of the bog were joining in the orgy of hate.

'Burn her with corpse-lights!' yelled the witch.

'Ha, ha! He, he!' came the chorus of evil creatures.

The Night Spiders'Truss her up and stifle her!' screamed the creeping things. 'Spin webs round her!' And the spiders of the night swarmed all over her.

'Sting her to death!' said the Scorpion King at the head of his brood.

'Ho, ho! He, he!' And, as each vile thing had something to say about it, a horrible, screeching dispute arose, while the captive Moon crouched shuddering at the foot of the snag and gave herself up as lost.

The dim grey light of the early dawn found them still hissing and clawing and screeching at one another as to the best way to dispose of the captive. Then, when the first rosy ray shot up from the Sun, they grew afraid. Some scuttled away, but those who remained hastened to do something--anything that would smother the light of the Moon. The only thing they could think of now was to bury her in the mud,--bury her deep. They were all agreed on this as the quickest way.

So they clutched her with skinny fingers and pushed her down into the black mud beneath the water at the foot of the snag. When they had all stamped upon her, the bogle-bodies ran quickly and fetched a big black stone which they hurled on top of her to keep her down. Then the old witch called two will-o'-the-wisps from the darkest part of the marshes, and, when they came dancing and glancing above the pools and quicks, she bade them keep watch by the grave of the Moon, and, if she tried to get out, to sound an alarm.Wisp

Then the horrid things crept away from the morning light, chuckling to themselves over the funeral of the Moon, and only wishing they could bury the Sun in the same way; but that was a little too much to hope for, and besides, all respectable Horrors of the Bog ought to be asleep in bed during the Sun's journey across the sky.

The poor Moon was now buried deep in the black mud, with a heavy stone on top of her. Surely she could never again thwart their plans of evil, hatched and nurtured in the foul darkness of the quags. She was buried deep; they had left no sign; who would know where to look for her?

Day after day passed by until the time of the New Moon was eagerly looked for by the good folk who dwelt around the marshes, for they knew they had no friend like the Moon, whose light enabled them to find the pathways through the bog-land, and drove away all the vile things into their dark holes and corners. So they put lucky pennies in their pouches and straws in their hats, and searched for the crescent Moon in the sky. But evening twilight brought no Moon, which was not strange, for she was buried deep in the bog.

The nights were pitch dark, and the Horrors held frolic in the marshes and swarmed abroad in ever-increasing numbers, so that no traveller was safe. The poor people were so frightened and dumbfounded at being forsaken by the friendly Moon, that some of them went to the old Wise Woman of the Mill and besought her to find out what was the matter.

The Wise Woman gazed long into her magic mirror, and then made a brew of herbs, into which she looked just as long, muttering words that nobody but herself could understand.

'It's very strange,' she said at last; 'but there's nought to say what has become of her. I'll look again later on; meantime if ye do learn anything, let me know.'

So they went away more mystified than ever, and, as the following nights brought no Moon, they could do nothing but stand about in groups in the streets discussing the strange thing. The disappearance of the Moon was the one topic. By the fireside, at the work-bench, in the inn and all about, their tongues went nineteen to the dozen; and no wonder, for who had ever heard of the Moon being lost, stolen or strayed?

But it chanced one day that Leavinga man from the other side of the marshes was sitting in the inn, smoking his pipe and listening to the talk of the other inmates, when all of a sudden he sat bolt upright, slapped his thigh and cried out, 'I' fegs! Now I mind where that there Moon be!'

Then he told them how one night he had got lost in the marshes and was frightened to death; how he went blundering on in the dark with all the Evil Things after him, and, at last, how a great bright light burst out of a pool and showed him the way to go.

When they heard this they all took the shortest cut to the Wise Woman, and told her the man's story. After a long look in the mirror and the pot, she wagged her head slowly and said, 'It's all dark, children. You see, being as there's no Moon to conjure by, I can't tell ye where she's gone or what's made off with her--which same I could tell ye fine if she was in her right place. But mebbe, if ye do what I'm going to tell ye, then ye may hap on her yourselves. Listen now! Just before the darklings come, each of ye take a stone in your mouth and a twig of the witch-hazel in your hands, and go into the marshes without fear. Speak no word, for fear of your lives, but keep straight on till ye come to a spot where ye'll see a coffin with a cross and a candle on it. That's where ye'll find your Moon, I'm thinking, if ye're lucky.

So the next night as the dark began to fall they all trooped out into the marshes, each with a stone in his mouth and a twig of the witch-hazel in his hands. Never a word they spoke, but kept straight on; and, I'm telling you, there was not one among them but had the creeps and the starts. They could see nothing around them but bogs and pools and snags; but strange sighing whispers brushed past their ears, and cold wet hands sought theirs and tugged at the hazel twigs. But all at once, while looking everywhere for the coffin with the cross and the candle, they espied the big, strange stone, and it looked just like a coffin; while at the head of it was a black cross formed by the branches of the snag, and on this cross flickered a tiny light just like a candle.

When they saw these things they all knew that what the Wise Woman had told them was true: they were not far from their beloved Moon. But, being mighty feared of Bogles and the other Evil Things, they all went down on their knees in the mud and said the Lord's Prayer, once forwards, in keeping with the cross, and once backwards to keep off the Horrors of the Darkness. All this they said in their minds, without saying a word aloud, for they well knew what would happen to them if they neglected the Wise Woman's advice.

Then they rose up and laid hands on the great stone and heaved it up. And my Granny says, that as they did it, some of them saw, just for one tiddy-widdy little waste of a minute, the most beautiful face in the world gazing up at them with wistful eyes like--like--I really can't remember how my Granny described them, but it was either 'pools of gratitude' or 'lakes of love.' At all events, this is exactly what happened when the stone was rolled right over, and it was said so quickly that not one of them could describe it afterwards: 'Thanks, brave folk! I shall never forget your kindness,' as the Moon stepped up out of the black pool into her place in the sky.

Then they were all astonished beyond words, for, suddenly, all around was the silver light, making the safe ways between the bogs as clear as day. There was a sudden rush of weird things to their lairs, and then all was still and bright. Looking up, they saw with delight the full Moon sailing in the sky and smiling down upon them. She was there to light them home again. She was there to stampede the Evil Things--the Bogles and the Bad Little People--back into their vile dens. And, as the people looked around and wondered, it almost seemed to them that this time she had killed the Horrors dead--never to come to life again.

xxx Diddilydeedot's Dreamland

Welcome to the Kids House, but did you know that;


The fairies have never a penny to spend,
They haven't a thing to put by,
But theirs is the dower of bird and of flower
And theirs are the earth and the sky.
And though you should live in a palace of gold
or sleep in a dried up ditch,
You could never be por as the fairies are,
And never as rich.

Since ever and ever the world began

They have danced like a ribbon of flame,
They have sang their song through the centuries long
And yet it is never the same.
And though you be foolish or though you be wise,
With hair of silver or gold,
You could never be young as the fairies are,
And never as old.

Written by the wonderful Rose Fyleman (1877 -1957)
she was born in a suburb of Nottingham. She was trained as a singer and and she taught in her sister's school. She has another wonderful poem about fairies and it is one of my very favourites. It is called "A Fairy went A - Marketing." I will write it in "Old Favourites" as it is my special favourite fairy rhyme.

Watch how the little fishes follow the mouse pointer

Weary little mother
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Beggar Girl
I thought this would make a nice tribute for all the work done by the Comic Relief and the Sports Relief Shows that is coming up on BBC 1 pretty soon. The money raised from the two programmes goes to help children at home and abroad and the words of this song gives us some inspiration for people to put their hands deep into their pockets to help this wonderful appeal.

Children of the World by the Bravo All Stars

This goes out to all the children
All over the world
This one's for the children
Children of the world
Come a little closer now
So you can see the children's eyes
There's no use in trying
When you're dealing with the dying

So let me have a talk with you
And hope that you believe it too
There's so many ways to help
Laughter you can bring

Come closer now
See the children's eyes
See the children's eyes
You just have to give them a helping hand
With a little bit of love
And a little bit of time
You can help the children of the world
Just a little bit of love
And a little bit of hope
There're a lot of things to do
To help the children of the world
R'n'G is about to take control
The only thing you got to do is set yourself free
We got to help each other that's how it has to be

  Here to lend a helping hand
Come a little closer now
See it in their eyes
We've got to keep on trying
To stop the children crying

Come closer now
See the children's eyes
See the children's eyes
You just have to give them a helping hand
We just have to understand
They all need a helping hand
With a little bit of love
A little bit of love
Lots of things to do
Hope you know it, too
We just want to give them a little hope





Tumbleweed blown towards the sea
I am you and you are me
oh but what do tumbleweeds
have to do with the sea?

Jelly-fish cast up on the shore
within two minutes you'll be baked
to death, for sure;
toss you back in the ocean
but within seconds
you're cast up by the waves again.

Blue bird singing in a tree

are you singing to attract a mate
or to proclaim your territory?
Foolish human,
I merely sing for the love of song

Bluebirds Breakfast
- is that right or is it wrong?
I do not know
but whilst my heart beats
in my breast
the song I sing is true and strong!

Willowdown 2000

Some Favourite Sounds from Life
diddilydeedotsdreamland .


AT THE KIDS HOUSE in the Land of Thus and So

How would Willie like to go to the Land of  Thus and So?

Everything is proper there: All the children comb their hair
Smoother than the fur of cats or the nap of high silk hats;
Every face is clean and white as a lily washed in light;
Never vaguest soil or speck found on forehead, throat or neck;
Every little crumpled ear, in and out as pure and clear
As the cherry blossom's blow; 

In the Land of Thus and So.

 Little boys that never fall down the stairs or cry at all,
doing nothing to repent, watchful and obedient;
Never hungry or in haste,tidy shoestrings always laced:
Never button rudely torn from its fellows all unworn;
Knickerbockers always new, ribbon tied and collar too;
Little watches, worn like men, only always half past ten,
Just precisely right you know;

For the Land of Thus and So!

And the little babies there give no one the slightest care:
Nurse has not a thing to do but be happy and say Boo!
While mamma just nods, and knows nothing but to doze and doze;

Never litter round the grate; never lunch or dinner late;
Never any household din,peals without or rings within,
Baby coos or laughing calls, on the stairs or through the halls.
Just great hushes to and fro;

Pace the Land of Thus and So.

Oh, the Land of Thus and So! Isn't it delightful though?
"Yes" lisped Willie, answering me, somewhat slow, and doubtfully,
 "Must be awful nice, but I'd rather wait till by and by
'fore I go there,   maybe when I be dead, I'll go there then.
But    " the troubled little face, closer pressed in my embrace;

Let's don't never ever go, to the Land of Thus and So!"


In The Kids House

Six little mice they lived in a wood,
Six little mice so pretty and good,
Their tails were long and their eyes were bright
And they loved to frisk in the clear moonlight

Old Mother Mousy she shook her head:
"My dears, you're safer by far in bed;
Now trust you're Mother, she's old and wise,
And she fears the owl with the big brown eyes."

The six little mice all looked sedate
And declared they'd never stay out too late.
But the very next time the moon shone bright
They forgot their promise and went out at night.

What a time they had! It was splendid fun
Hither and thither to skip and run.
Little they guessed that the big brown owl
Was coming that way on his nightly prowl.

He pounced on one, he pounced on two,
With aloud too-whit and a hoarse too-whoo.
He carried them off, that owl so brown,
And their poor little tails hung dangling down.

Away they scampered, a frightened four,
But two little mice will come home no more;
And the owl's brown babies up in the tree
Had mouse for dinner and mouse for tea.


This little poem came from the Children's Encyclopedia by Arthur Mee.


Beautiful Dreamer.

Shush, A Beautiful Dreamer
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world, heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea
Mermaids are chanting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

By: Stephen C. Foster

Five Little Pussy Cats.

Five little pussy cats, invited out to tea,
Cried: "Mother, let us go. Oh do! For good we'll surely be!
We'll wear our bibs and hold our things
 as you have shown us how

Spoons in right paws, cups in left ~ and make a pretty bow;
We'll always say, Yes, if you please, and Only half of that!"

"Then go , my darling children," said the happy mother cat.
The five little pussy cats went out that night to tea,
Their heads were smooth and glossy, their tails were swinging free;
They held their things as they had learned, and tried to be polite ~
With snowy bibs beneath their chins they were a pretty sight.

But, alas for manners beautiful and coats as soft as silk,
The moment that the little kits were asked to take some milk
They dropped their spoons, forgot to bow,
and ~ oh, what do you think?
They put their noses in their cups, and all began to drink!
Yes, every naughty little kit sat up a meow for more,
They knocked the teacups over, and scampered for the door!

         Diddily doesn't think it is possible for a cat,
          or kitten to do what we hope they will do,
      they are much to playful for that. 
Old Favourites for your Enjoyment


John Cook had a little grey mare;
hee, haw, hum

Her back stood up, and her bones were bare;
hee, haw, hum.

John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank;
 hee, haw, hum.
And there his nag did kick and prank;
hee, haw, hum.

John Cook was riding up Shutter's hill;
hee, haw, hum.

His mare fell down and she made her will;
 hee, haw, hum.

The bridal and saddle were laid on the shelf;
 hee, haw, hum.
If you want any more you can sing it yourself;
hee, haw, hum.

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The Good Ship Lollipop

On the Good Ship Lollipop,
It's a sweet trip to a candy shop
Where bonbons play
On the sunny beach of Peppermint Bay!
Good Ship Lollipop Lollipop Lollipop Lollipop
Lemonade stands everywhere,
Crackerjack bands fill the air,
And there you are
Happy landing on a chocolate bar!

Into bed we'll hop 

See the sugar bowl do the tootsie roll
With the big bad devil's food cake.
If you eat too much, ooh ooh -
Lollipop You'll awake with a tummy ache!
LollipopLollipopGood Ship Lollipop

On the Good Ship Lollipop,
It's a night trip, into bed you hop
And dream away
On the Good Ship Lollipop!

By Whiting and Clare
Midi: On the Good Ship Lollipop

Design by Diddily Dee Dot for Dreamland
Hot cross buns!
Hot-cross buns!
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot-cross buns!

If ye have no daughters,
Give them to your sons.
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot-cross buns

But if you have none of
these pretty little elves.
Then you can do no better
than to eat them all yourselves.

One a penny, two a penny,
Hot Cross Buns

HotHot Cross Buns




Hot Cross Buns


Midi: Hot Cross Buns       More

Design by Diddily Dee Dot for Dreamland



 The Lady and the Crocodile





She sailed away
On a sunny summer day,
On the back of a crocodile.
"You see," said she,
"He's as tame as tame can be,
I'll ride him down the Nile."
The croc winked his eye
As she bade them all goodbye,
Wearing a happy smile.


At the end of the ride,
The lady was inside,

And the smile on the crocodile!


  Design by Diddily Dee Dot for Dreamland

Baby's Boat



Baby's boat's the silver moon,
Sailing in the sky,
Sailing o'er the sea of sleep,
While the clouds float by.
Sail, baby, sail, out upon that sea,
Only don't forget to sail back again to me...
Back again to me.

Baby's fishing for a dream,
Fishing near and far,
His line a silver moonbeam is,
His bait a silver star.
Sail, baby, sail, out upon that sea,
Only don't forget to sail back again to me...
Back again to me.

Design by Diddily Dee Dot of Dreamland
Riley & Gaynor 1898

Midi: Baby's Boat

ship a sailing

ship a sailing


 Where have you been all the day my Billy Boy.

Sea Shanties and Working Songs for Your Pleasure

ship a sailing   1. Where have ye been all the day,
Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Where have ye been all the day, me Billy Boy?
I've been walkin' all the day
With me charmin' Nancy Grey,
                And me Nancy tickled me fancy
                Oh me charmin' Billy Boy.
ship a sailing

2. Is she fit to be your wife
Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Is she fit to be your wife, me Billy Boy?

She's as fit to be me wife
As the fork is to the knife
And me Nancy, etc.

ship a sailing
  Oh me charmin' Billy Boy.

3. Can she cook a bit o' steak
Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Can she cook a bit o' steak, me Billy Boy?
She can cook a bit o' steak,

Aye, and make a girdle cake
And me Nancy, etc.

  Oh me charmin' Billy Boy.

ship a sailing

4. Can she make an Irish Stew
Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Can she make an Irish Stew, me Billy Boy?
She can make an Irish Stew
Aye, and "Singin' Hinnies" too.
And me Nancy, etc.


gairdle cake = girdle cake, i.e. a cake baked on a griddle. Singin' Hinnies—i.e. a species of Sally Lunn teacake only larger. Usually plentifully besprinkled with currants, in which case it is designated by pitmen as "Singin' Hinnies wi' smäa co fizzors" (small coal fizzers.)


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