The Iron Pot made a suggestion to the Earthen Pot - an excursion! The latter declined,
for he must mind the hearth, and further, he went
on, the slightest accident
like falls or hits
and he'd come home in bits.
"But you," he said of tougher skin,
"needn't feel held in."
"I'll be you're body guard,
should you knock into something hard."
Replied the other. "Being tougher
I'll come between and be a buffer."
So reasurred the earthen pot agreed
he would go where chance might lead
and side by stride they strode
on their three-legged way along the road.
Needless to say, within a hundred paces
jostling in the path's uneven places
the earthen pot soon felt his friend
lurch into him and, battered
more than once, he shattered.
He had no reason to complain.
It's obvious that, in the main,
we should keep with our own kind
or like him, suffer an unhappy end.
PORTS, TRAINS AND AEROPLANES
You are invited to fly away with Mother Goose
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Welcome to Mother Goose and her friends who are here to sing you a few of her favourite nursery rhymes. Don't forget to fly back mind!
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Choo, choo went the train, Splish, splash through the rain. Clickity clack down the track, Going there, coming back. Across the platform, along the line,
THE RAILWAY TRAIN
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then. prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains, And, supercilious, peer In shanties by the sides of roads; And then a quarry pare To fit its sides, and crawl between, Complaining all the while In horrid, hooting stanza; Then chase itself downhill; And neigh like Boanerges; Then, punctual as a star, Stop ~ docile and omnipotent ~ At its own stable doors.
This little poem was written by Emily Dickinson, She describes the sounds and behaviour of the train in the mountainous districts as it runs along the lines. It is one of those strange poems that never rhyme.
Ports, Trains and Aeroplanes
The Lost Lunch
Bob didn't wast a minute, He took a third class ticket, A taxi cab he called, But had some time to wait, The hampers with the lunch and tea So sat upon the lunch and tea Into the cab he hauled. As if enthroned in state. "Drive to the station!" to the man But in the end, with smiling face He said, "As quickly as you can." He safely reached the picnic place.
His people were delighted, They cheered till they were hoarse. Mamma was glad; "her little lad must stay," she said, "of course." The hero of the day was he And had a splendid lunch and tea. Jessie Pope
The last of the Jessie Pope rhymes is placed a little bit farther down this page. Enjoy and don't forget to read about this remarkable lady in Molly Minstrel's Concert Party
CAN YOU FIND THOMAS AND NINE OF HIS FRIENDS IN THESE LETTERS
F P E R C Y S K F B
A W J R O V E R T E
T T D F G H J K L N
C A H X Z C B I L L
O K J O G F D S A P
N I U Y M R E W Q G
T K L M M A B V C O
R G F D S A S W E R
O A J A M E S A G D
L Q W K I U H B V O L K I S T O B Y B N
E A R E W Q Z X X C
R U D I E S E L J L
These are the names of the ten "Thomas the Tank" Characters
THOMAS. TREVOR. TOBY. DIESEL. PERCY. GORDON.
BILL. BEN. JAMES.
FAT CONTROLLER.
GOOD LUCK
PORT'S, TRAINS & AEROPLANES
The Wheels on the Bus go Round and Round
The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round. The wheels on the bus go round and round, all through the town.
The horn on the bus goes beep, beep, beep; Beep, beep, beep; Beep, beep, beep. The horn on the bus goes beep, beep, beep, all through the town..
The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish; Swish, swish, swish; Swish, swish, swish. The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish, all through the town.
The conductor on the bus goes, chink, chink, chink; Chink, chink, chink; Chink, chink, chink. The conductor on the bus goes, chink, chink, chink, all through the town.
The driver on the bus says, "move along please, move along please, move along please." The driver on the bus says, "move along please", all through the town.
The baby on the bus says, "wah, wah, wah; Wah, wah, wah; Wah, wah, wah". The baby on the bus says, "wah, wah, wah", all through the town.
The mothers on the bus says, "shush, shush, shush; Shush, shush, shush; Shush, shush, shush." The mothers on the bus says, "shush, shush, shush" all through the town.
The mothers on the bus says "I love you,
I love you, I love you;"
The daddy on the bus says "I love you too."
All through the town.
PORT'S, TRAINS & AEROPLANES
The wheels on the bus go round and round,