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
- 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!
Willowdown2000
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Some Favourite Sounds from Life diddilydeedotsdreamland .
ALL YOUR FAVOURITE FORGOTTEN SONGS AND POEMS
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!"
SIX LITTLE MICE
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.
Anon
This little poem came from the Children's Encyclopedia by Arthur Mee.
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 HEE, HAW, HUM
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.
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!
Lemonade stands everywhere,
Crackerjack bands fill the air,
And there you are
Happy landing on a chocolate bar!
See the sugar bowl do the tootsie roll
With the big bad devil's food cake.
If you eat too much, ooh ooh -
You'll awake with a tummy ache! On the Good Ship Lollipop,
It's a night trip, into bed you hop
And dream away
On the Good Ship Lollipop!
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!
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
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Sea Shanties and Working Songs for Your Pleasure
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.
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.
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.
4. Can she make an Irish Stew Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Can she myek 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.)
Songbird.
How would Willie like to go to the land of Thus and So?
They forgot their promise and went out at night.
Cried: "Mother, let us go. Oh do! For good we'll surely be!
Their heads were smooth and glossy, their tails were swinging free;
Old Favourites for your Enjoyment
