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Seligor's Castle, fun for all the children of the world.
Dream Baby

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Seligor's Castle, Fun for all the Children of the World.

dottido@hotmail.co.uk will reach me from wherever you are.

Dream Babies

John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt

John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
His name is my name, too!
Whenever we go out,
The people always shout
There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt!
Da da da da da da da

(Repeat verse again, more quietly,
but shout loudly on the "There goes John..." line)


(Then Repeat verse again, whispering,
but shout loudly on the "There goes John..." line)

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Put Your Shoes On, Lucy

Put your shoes on, Lucy
Don't you know you're in the city?
Put your shoes on, Lucy
Don't you see it's such a pity

Lucy takes her shoes off
Wherever she goes
'Cause she loves to watch the wiggle
Of her ten little toes!

two little feet



THE DREAM - CHILD'S INVITATION
The one and only Alfred Noyes

A Strange Ship

Once upon a time!--Ah, now the light is burning dimly,
Peterkin is here again : he wants another tale!
Don't you hear him whispering - The wind is in the chimley,
The ottoman's a treasure ship, we'll all set sail?

All set sail?   No, the wind is very loud to-night :
The darkness on the waters is much deeper than of yore.
Yet I wonder--hark, he whispers--if the little streets are still as bright
In old Japan, in old Japan, that happy haunted shore.

I wonder--hush, he whispers--if perhaps the world will wake again,
When Christmas brings the stories back from where the skies are blue,
Where clouds are scattering diamonds down on every cottage window-pane,
And every boy's a fairy prince, and every tale is true.

There the sword Excalibur is thrust into the dragon's throat,
Evil there is evil, black is black, and white is white :
There the child triumphant hurls the villain spluttering into the moat;
There the captured princess only waits the peerless knight.

Fairyland is gleaming there beyond the Sherwood Forest trees,
There the City of the Clouds has anchored on the plain
All her misty vistas and slumber-rosy palaces
(Shall we not, ah, shall we not, wander there again?)

"Happy ever after" there, the lights of home a welcome fling
Softly thro' the darkness as the star that shone of old,
Softly over Bethlehem and o'er the little cradled King
Whom the sages worshipped with their frankincense and gold.

Once upon a time--perhaps a hundred thousand years ago--
Whisper to me, Peterkin, I have forgotten when!
Once upon a time there was a way, a way we used to know
For stealing off at twilight from the weary ways of men.

Whisper it, O whisper it--the way, the way is all I need!
All the heart and will are here and all the deep desire!
Once upon a time--ah, now the light is drawing near indeed,
I see the fairy faces flush to roses round the fire.

Once upon a time--the little lips are on my cheek again,
Little fairy fingers clasped and clinging draw me nigh,
Dreams, no more than dreams, but they unloose the weary prisoner's chain
And lead him from his dungeon! "What's a thousand years?" they cry.

A thousand years, a thousand years, a little drifting dream ago,
All of us were hunting with a band of merry men,
The skies were blue, the boughs were green, the clouds were crisping isles of snow ...
... So Robin blew his bugle,  and the Now became the Then.





SELIGOR'S CASTLE
WITH THE "DREAM BABIES"

The Country Child


My home is a house
Near a wood
(I'd live in a street
If I could!)
The lanes are so quiet,
Oh, dear!
I do wish that someone

Lived near.

There is no one to play with
 At all.
The trees are so high
And so tall:
And I should be lonely
For hours,
Were it not for the birds
And the flowers.

I wish that I lived
In a town -
To see all the trams
Going down


Baby in cradleLittle one in the moon
BABIES OWN LOVE INVITES
 YOU TO WATCH SOME LITTLE SONGS FR
OM SOME OF OUR YOUTUBE FRIENDS.








 

Enjoy the video show,
xxxx sing along with Seligor
and all the children in the Castle xxxx


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 BABIES OWN LOVE     
"WHO LOVES YOU BABY!"

Who loves you baby as you sleep in the warm?
Who loves you baby and keeps you from harm?
Who keeps the Willow away from the door,
And  tends to the fire and sweeps up the floor?

Who tells you stories when you go to your bed?
Who places kisses on your brow and your head?
Who holds you close when the thunder doth call,
And chases the sand man away from the hall?

Stay silent my baby, your smile calms my heart
Don't answer my loved one, we'll ne'er be apart;
Breathe gentle by sweet child as you lie by my side,
You know who 'tis loves you, dear hearts never hide.

©D.M.S. 2010

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A PLEASANT DAY

Come, my children, come away,
For the sun shines bright today;
Little children come with me,
Birds, and brooks, and posies see;
Get your hats and come away
For it is a pleasant day.

Everything is laughing, singing,
All the pretty flowers are springing;
See the kitten, full of fun,
Sporting in the brilliant sun;
Children too may sport and play,
For it is a pleasant day.

Bring the hoop, and bring the ball,
Come with happy faces all;
Let us make a merry ring,
Talk and laugh, and dance and sing;
Quickly, quickly come away,
 For it is a pleasant day.

 Little Songs.

Baby Donna




BABIES OWN LOVE
For my Grandson Jayden Jones
Aug22nd 2008

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Babies Own Love
Is wonderful, is beautiful, is real;

Babies Own Smile,
Is fabulous, is happiness, the real-deal.

Babies Own Touch
Is patience, is wanton, is for ever;

And Babies Own Kiss
Can lift  your heart, high to the sky like a feather.
love Diddily xxxx

"And how do I know these wonderous things?
"
"Shall I tell you how I learn't them?"

With her boys and her cousin.

"From the smile on their face."

"From the touch of their hand."

"From their kiss on your cheeks."


"And from the love that I know is within them."

 My Love for all of the Babies Own Love throughout the World
Seligor xxx xxx

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Pussy and I.

Cat with bowl of milkPussy and I are friends you seeKitten in a Basket
I love pussy and she loves me;
She sits in my lap,
I stroke her fine hair,
I know by her "purr"
she loves being there.

Diddily dee dot 2007



If you have any ideas do leave a message for me at
dottido@hotmail.co.uk
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A frog he would a wooing go, Heigho! says Rowley.
Whether his mother would let him or no:
Chorus -
 With a roley - poley gammon and spinach.
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

So off he set in his opera hat, Heigho! says Rowley.
And on his way he met with a Rat.
Chorus -
With a roley-poley, gammon and spinach.
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.


Pray, Mr Rat, will you go with me ? Heigho! says Rowley;

Pretty Miss Mousey for to see?
Chorus.

They soon arrived at Mousey Hall, Heigho! says Rowley;
They gave a loud knock and gave a loud call.
Chorus.

Pray Miss Mousey, are you within? Heigho says Rowley,
Oh Yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin.
Chorus.

Pray Mr Frog, will you give us a song? Heigho! says Rowley.
But let it be something that's not very long.
Chorus.

 Indeed, Miss Mouse, replied Mr Frog, Heigho! says Rowley.
My cold has made me as hoarse as a hog.
 Chorus.

Since you have caught cold, Miss Mousey said. Heigho! says Rowley
I'll sing you a song that I have just made.
Chorus.

But while they were thus a merry making. Heigho! says Rowley.
A Cat and her Kittens came tumbling in.

Chorus.
The Cat seized the Rat by the crown. Heigho! says Rowley.
The Kittens they pulled the little Mouse down.

Chorus.

This pt Mr Frog in a terrible fright, Heigho! says Rowley.
He took up his hat and he wished them goodnight!
Chorus.

But as Froggie was crossing a silvery brook. Heighho! says Rowley.
A lily white Duck came and gobbled him up.
Chorus!

So there was the end of one, two and three. Heighho! says Rowley.
The Rat, and the Mouse, and the little Froggie.


With a roley-poley, gammon and spinach

Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

 I've a Question, please, to ask you.

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I've a question, please, to ask you - oh,, I really must find out!
I'm so worried that I scarcely know what I'm about.
I'd always quite believed it, since I was very small,
And now my new nurse tells me that it isn't true at all.
Aren't there really any Fairies?

Mother often talks of them, and sometimes Daddy , too,
But Nurse, who came last Saturday, says it's time I knew
That fairies, gnomes, and pixies are only just pretence,
She says I must learn proper things and use my common sense -
I'd much rather think about the fairies!

But last night in the orchard, I found a fairy ring,
It seemed that if I listened, I could hear the fairies sing,
And the rustly whispery sound their countless
feet make as they pass.
Nurse saidthat it could only be a cricket in the grass,
Fairy Land
But I know it truly was the fairies.

This short poem was written by Katie Elthom, unfortunately I can't find out very much about her. But thank you Katie, I'm sure you are going to be remembered by many children in 2007


 

 

 The New Duckling
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"I want to be new," said the duckling.
"O ho!" said the wise old owl,
While the guinea-hen cluttered off chuckling
To tell all the rest of the fowl.
new duckling
"I should like a more elegant figure,"
That child of a duck went on.
"I should like to grow bigger and bigger,
wise old owlUntil I could swallow a swan.

I won't be the slave of a habit,
I won't have these webs on my toes
I want to run round like a rabbit,

A rabbit as red as a rose.

don't want to waddle like Mother,
Or quack like my silly old Dad.
I want to be utterly other,
And frightfully modern and mad."
fox
"Do  you know," said the turkey. "you're quacking!
There's a fox creeping up through the rye;
And, if you're not utterly lacking,duckling
You'll make for that duck pond. Good-bye!"

"I wont," said the duckling. "I'll lift him
A beautiful song, like a sheep,
And when I have - as it were - biffed him,
I'll give him my feathers to keep."

Now the curious end of this fable
- So far as the rest ascertained,
                        Though they searched from the barn to the stable -
Was that only his feathers remained.

So he wasn't the slave to his habit,
And he didn't  have webs on his toes;
And perhaps he runs round like a rabbit,
A rabbit as red as a rose.





little rabbit


                                                                                 
 Best to be wise than foolish


wish i had stayed as an egg.:)


by Alfred Noyes
Taken from the book
The Childrens Golden Treasure Book for 1937
absolutely wonderful don't you think?

chest of smileschest of smiles
If I Knew.
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If I knew the box where the smiles were kept,
No matter how large the key
Or strong the bolt, I would try so hard,
'Twould open, I know, for me;

Then over the land and sea broadcast
I'd scatter the smiles to play,
The Giant drops the frowns in the sea
That the children's faces might hold them fast
For many and many a day.


If I knew a box that was large enough
To hold all the frowns I meet,
I would gather them, every one,
From nursery, school, and street;
Then, folding and holding, I'd pack them in
And turn the monster key,
And hire a giant to drop the box
To the depths of the deep, deep sea.

This was also an unknown author and is
stars     Taken from Laurel and Gold - 1958
        2007 DMS   


         

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THE YOUNG MOUSE

In a crack near a cupboard, with dainties provided,
A certain young mouse with her mother resided;
So securely they lived on that fortunate spot
Any mouse in the land might have envied their lot.

But one day this young mouse, who was given to roam,
Having made an excursion some way from her home,
On a sudden return with such joy in her eyes
That her grey, sedate parent expressed some surprise.

"Oh Mother!" said she, "the good folks of this house,
I'm convinced, have not any ill-will to a mouse;
And those tales can't be true which you always are telling,
For they've been at the pains  to contruct us a dwelling.

"The floor is of wood and the walls are of wires,
Exactly the size that one's comfort requires;
And I'm sure that we should there have nothing to fear
If ten cats with their kittens at once should appear.

"And then they have made such nice holes in the wall,
One could slip in and out with no trouble at all;
But forcing one's way through such crannies as these
Always gives one's poor ribs a most terrible squeeze.

"But the best of all is they've provided us well
With a large peice of cheese of most exquisite smell;
'Twas so nice I had put my head in to go through
When I thought it my dity to come to fetch you."


"Ah, child!" said her Mother, "believe, I entreat,
Both the cage and the cheese are a horrible cheat.
Do not think all that trouble they took for our good;
They would catch us and kill us all there if they could,

As they've caught and killed scores; and I never could learn
That a mouse who once entered did ever return!"

Let the young people mind what the old people say,
And when danger is near them keep out of the way.


Written some time ago by Jeffreys Taylor.

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FROM A FEW SMALL SPACES TO A PICTURE SHOW.
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Baby


MONDAY'S child is fair of face,
TUESDAY'S child is full of grace,
WEDNESDAY'S child is full of woe,
THURSDAY'S child has far to go,
FRIDAY'S child is loving and giving,
SATURDAY'S child works hard for a living,
And the child that is born on the
SABBATH day
is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
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 Snowballing.
Igloo

               When the pools with ice are bound,
                When the snow is on the ground,
                Then it is that we delight
          In a merry snowball fight.
                Fast and free the snowballs fly;
            To and fro we gaily hei;
                 Caring nought if balls of snow
starsChance to fall on us or no.


But before the Snow comes HALLOWEEN AND BONFIRE NIGHT, Weeeeeeeeeee


 
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As Flowers in Rain

Is it raining, little flower?
Be Glad of the rain!
Too much sun would wither thee;
'Twill shine again.
The sky is very black, 'tis true;
But just behind it shines the blue.

asterArt thou weary, tender heart?
Be glad of pain!
In sorrow sweetest things will grow,
As flowers in rain.
God watches; and thou wilt have sun,
When clouds their perfect work have done.



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