Seligor's Castle, where there is so much fun for all of our children in the land. Quite Contrary
JACK SPRAT AND HIS WIFE Jack Sprat and his wife, we have all read the little verse
Jack Sprat could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean, And so between them both they licked the platter clean.
Well now I havea little bit more to tell you about Jack Sprat and his wife, get your OJ and your PJ's then. when. you are sitting comfortable, I'll begin.
Jack Sprat could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean,
And so between them both, they licked the platter clean.
Jack ate all the lean, Joan ate all the fat, The bone they both picked clean then gave it to the cat.
When Jack Sprat was younghe dressed very smart, He courted Joan Cole, and soon gained her heart.
In his fine leather doublet and an old greasy hat, Oh, what a smart fellow was little Jack Sprat.
Joan Cole had a hole in her petticoat, Jack Sprat, for a patch to Joan Cole gave a groat.
The groat bought a patch, which soon stopped the hole; "I thank you, Jack Sprat," says little Joan Cole.
Jack Sprat was the bridegroom, Joan Cole was the bride Jack said from the church his Joan home should ride.
But no coach could take her the lane was so narrow, Said Jack, "then I'll take her home in a wheelbarrow."
Jack Sprat was wheeling his wife by the ditch The barrow turned over and in she did pitch.
Says Jack, "She'll be drowned, " But Joan did reply, "I don't think I shall, for the ditch is quite dry."
Jack brought home his Joan, and she sat in a chair, When in came the cat, that had got but one ear.
Says Joan, "I've come puss, pray, how do you do ?" The cat wagged her tail, and said nothing but "Mew."
Jack Sprat took his gun and went to the brook, He shot at the drake, but he quite killed the duck.
He brought it to Joan, who a fire did make To roast the fat duck whilst Jack went for the drake.
The drake it was swimming with his nice nice curly tail, Jack Sprat came to shoot him, but happened to fail.
He let off his gun, but, missing his mark, The drake flew away, crying "Quack, quack, quack quack!"
Jack Sprat to live pretty now bought him a pig, It was not very little , and not very big.
It was not very lean, it was not very fat; "It will serve for a grunter," Said little Jack Sprat.
Then Joan went to market to buy her some fowls, She bought a Jackdaw and a couple of owls.
The owls they were white, the Jackdaw was black; "They make a fine lot," said little Joan Sprat.
Jack Sprat bought a cow, his Joan for to please, For Joan she could make both butter and cheese.
Or pancakes or puddings, without any fat; A notable housewife was little Joan Sprat.
Joan Sprat went to brewing a barrel of ale, She put in some hops that it might not turn stale.
But as for the malt, she forgot to put that; "This is brave, sober liquor," said little Jack Sprat.
Jack Sprat went to market, and bought him a mare, She was lame in three legs, and as blind as could stare.
Her ribs were bare, for the mare had no fat; "She looks like a racer." Said little Jack Sprat.
Jack and Joan went abroad, Puss took care of the house; She caught a large rat and a very small mouse.
She caught a small mouse and a very large rat. "You're an excellent hunter," said little Jack Sprat.
Now I've told you the story of little Jack Sprat, And little Joan Cole and a poor one-eared cat.
Now Jack loved his Joan, and good things he taught her. She gave him a son, and then, after, a daughter.
Now Jack has got rich and has plenty of pelf, If you know any more you may tell it yourself.
Knock me down with a feather, add more myself! Well no doubt I could but me oh my I think I should have you all fast asleep instead of popping down a bit to sing some songs. No enough is enough I think. Hugs Seligor xxx
A blackbird sang, and through the rain A gleam of yellow sunshine came, And where it fell there seemed to shine The little golden celandine, And aconite with leafy frill and yellowbuds of daffodil, Golden palm, and catkins free To swing aand dangle on the tree, Above the primrose fair and pale Strewn like stars in shadowed dale. A blackbird sang, and through the rain A promise of the springtime came.
This lovely poem was written a long time ago by: Jean Agnew
by
Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton (1809-1885)
, "Hey recognise the name my lovelies, you should ~ same surname as yours truely ~ Dorothy Milnes~Simm "Good Night and Good Morning"
A fair little girl sat under a tree, Sewing as long as her eyes could see: Then smoothed her work, and folded it right, And said, "Dear work! Good night! good night!"
Such a number of rooks came over her head, Crying, "Caw, Caw!" on their way to bed: She said, as she watched their curious flight, "Little black things! good night; good night!"
The horses neighed, and the oxen lowed; The sheep's "Bleat! bleat!" came over the road: All seeming to say, with a quiet delight, "Good little girl! Good night! good night!"
She did not say to the sun, "Good night!" Though she saw him there like a ball of light; For she knew he had God's own time to keep All over the world, and never could sleep. The tall pink foxglove bowed his head, The violets curtsied and went to bed; And good little Alice tied up her hair, And said, on her knees, her favourite prayer.
And while on her pillow she softly lay, She knew nothing more till again it was day; And all things said to the beautiful sun, "Good morning! good morning! our work is begun!"
Swinging High and Swinging Low
Swinging high and swinging low Up in the tree away we go. Here the birdies nest and play all day, And their world is bright and gay.
Doctor Foster went to Gloucester.
Doctor Foster went to Gloucester;
In a shower of rain;
He stepped into a puddle And never went there again.
Goosey, Goosey, Gander,
Goosey, Goosey, Gander Whither dost thou wander? Upstairs and downstairs And in my lady's chamber.
There I met an old man Who wouldn't say his prayers; I took him by the left leg
And threw him down the stairs.
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From "The Children's Poet, Eugene Field," Seligor gives you:
Good-Children Street There's a dear little home in Good-Children Street ~ My heart turneth fondly today Where tinkle of tongues and patter of feet Make sweetest of music play; Where the sunshine of love illumines each face, And warms every heart in that old fashioned place.
For dear little children go romping about With dollies and tin tops and drums, And, my! how they frolic and scamper and shout Till bedtime too speedily comes! Oh, days they are golden, and days they are fleet, With little folk living in Good-Children Street. See, here comes the army with guns painted red, And swords, caps and plumes of all sorts: The captain rides gaily and proudly ahead On a stick-horse that prances and snorts! Oh. legions of soldiers your certain to meet ~ Nice make-believe soldiers ~ in Good-Children Street. And yonder Odette wheels her dolly about ~ Poor dolly! I am sure she is ill, For one of her blue china eyes has dropped out, And her voice is asthmatic'ly shrill. Then, too, I observe she is minus her feet, Which causes much sorrow in Good-Children Street
'Tis so the dear children go romping about With dollies and banners and drums, And I venture to say they are sadly put out When an end to their jubilee comes. Oh! days they are golden, and days they are fleet, With little folk living in Good-Children Street.
But when falleth night over river and town Those little folk vanish from sight, And an angel all white from the sky cometh down And guardeth the babes through the night, And singeth her lullabies tender and sweet To the dear little people in Good-Children Street.
Though elsewhere the world be o'er burdened with care Though poverty fall to my lot; Though toil and vexation be always ny share, What care I ~ they trouble me not! This thought maketh life ever joyous and sweet: There's a dear little home in Good-Children Street
I do love these little playlists, the trouble is they are never very little and I always have to check them through before I close them in the Video screen. Tut, tut, tut, Seligor, you will never go to heaven telling tales like that. he he he. It's only an excuse kids, I just love cartoons. xxx
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The Pet Lamb by William Wordsworth
The
dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink; I heard a voice it
said, "Drink, pretty creature, drink!" And looking over the hedge,
before me I espied a snow - white mountain lamb, with a maiden at its
side.
No other sheep were near, the lamb was all alone, and by a
slender cord was tethered to a stone; With one knee on the grass did
the little maiden kneel, while to that mountain lamb she gave its
evening meal.
The lamb, while from her hand he thus his supper took, seemed to feast with head and ears; and his tail with pleasure shook. "Drink, pretty creature, drink," she said in such a tone that I almost received her heart into my own. . . .
Here is a little prayer that I was reminded of whilst writing this little verse.
Heavenly Father, hear our thanks, For thy loving care. Help us now to show our love, And each blessing share. Heavenly Father hear our prayers, And help us share your love. That we might bring eternal joy To reach you high above.
The Hospitable Elf I met an elf one morning in a heavy shower of rain,
He took me to his litle house of grass and stalks of grain;
He gave me honey-bread to eat,
A purse of fairy-gold,
Buckles for my shoes so neat, A cap with tassels bold.
When the shower was over, the sun shone out once more, As I thanked the little elf, he bowed me from the door.
Should he come to visit me
In any kind of weather,
I'll give him sugar in his tea
And boots of patent leather. D.M.G.Howell
The Wheels on the Bus
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 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 door on the bus goes open and shut,
Open and shut, open and shut;
The door on the bus goes open and shut,
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 engine on the bus goes brr, brr, brr, Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, The engine on the bus goes brr, brr, brr,
All through the town.
The money on the bus goes clink, clink, clink,
Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink;
The money on the bus goes clink, clink, clink
All through the town.
The baby on the bus goes "Wah, wah, wah!
Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah!"
The baby on the bus goes "Wah, wah, wah!"
All through the town.
The mummy 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.
Down in the meadow in a little bitty pool Were three little fishes and their mommy fishy too Swim! said the mommy fishy, Swim if you can! And they swam and they swam right over the dam
chorus: Boop boop dittum dattum wattum, choo Boop boop dittum dattum wattum, choo Boop boop dittum dattum wattum, choo And they swam and they swam all over the dam (repeats last line)
Stop! said the mommy fishy, You'll get lost! But the three little fishes didn't want to be bossed So the three little fishes set off on a spree And they swam and they swam right out to the sea
Chorus:
Whee yelled the fishes, oh here's a lot of fun. Swim in the sea 'til the day is done So they swam and they swam, it was all, a lark. 'Til all of a sudden they saw a shark.
Chorus:
Whoa(?) cried the fishes, oh look at the whales Quick as they could they turned on their tails Back to the pool in the meadow they swam And swam and swam back over the dam. Chorus. Boop boop dittum dattum wattum, choo Boop boop dittum dattum wattum, choo Boop boop dittum dattum wattum, choo And they swam and they swam all over the dam (repeats last line)
6 Little Ducks
6 Little Ducks that I once knew; fat ones, fair ones, thin ones too. But the one little duck with the feather on his back, He led the others with a Quack, Quack, Quack. Quack, Quack, Quack--Quack, Quack, Quack. He led the others with a Quack, Quack, Quack. Down to the meadow they would go, wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble, Ho hum ho. And the one little duck with the feather on his back, He led the others with a Quack, Quack, Quack. Quack, Quack, Quack--Quack, Quack, Quack. He led the others with a Quack, Quack, Quack.
Home from the meadow they would go, wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble, To and fro. And the one little duck with the feather on his back, He led the others with a Quack, Quack, Quack. Quack, Quack, Quack - Quack, Quack, Quack. He led the others with a Quack, Quack, Quack.
Two Little Ducks
Two Little Ducks swimming on the pond
Along came a wizard with a magic wand. First he licked his lips then his fingers clicked
And two little ducks became Two Little Chicks
Diddily Dee Dot.
PINGU GOES FISHING .......
A Collection of video's featuring Pingu, Peter and Friends.
These video's are in a variety of languages, enjoy. It is
always wise to check through all the video clips in the Menu for
sometimes the odd strange one can get through and you mightn't want
your littlest ones to see it. The same applies to all video links
really. What amuses some cultures does not always amuse others.
BOUNCING, JUMPING, WALKING.
Bouncy, bouncy, bouncing, bouncing up and down. Bouncy, bouncy, bouncing, all around the town Bouncing high, bouncing low. Bouncing everywhere we go. Bouncy, bouncy, bouncing, bouncing up and down Jumpy, jumpy, jumping, jumping up and down. Jumpy, jumpy, jumping, never where a frown. Jumping low. Jumping high.
Jumping till we reach the sky. Jumpy, jumpy, jumping, jumping up and down. Walky, walky, walking, walking up and down. Walky, walky, walking, we're off to London Town. Seen the King, Saw the Queen. She's the best we've ever seen. Walky, walky, walking. Into London Town.
Written By Molly and Diddily on Thursday August 30th 2007
My Blue Bowl
What do they bring me at morn and noon, and what do they bring me at night? A bonny, blue bowl and a silver spoon, All polished so smooth and so bright. This they do bring me at morn and noon, And this they do bring me at night.
What do I see in my bonny, blue bowl To eat with my silver spoon? Crunchy rusks from a baker's roll, With milk as white as the moon, the moon. This do I find in my bonny, blue bowl, To eat with my silver spoon
JACK SPRAT AND HIS WIFE
QUITE CONTRARY
A blackbird sang, and through the rain
Such a number of rooks came over her head,
Though she saw him there like a ball of light;
The tall pink foxglove bowed his head,
before I close them in the Video screen. Tut, tut, tut, Seligor, you will never go to heaven telling tales like that. he he he.
For thy loving care.
A purse of fairy-gold,
Two Little Ducks 
BOUNCING, JUMPING, WALKING.
What do I see in my bonny, blue bowl