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Twinklinka
by Janaki Sooriyarachchi,
Illustrations by: Janaki Sooriyarachchi
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Twinklinka
One day, not so long ago, a special new doll
arrived at the toy shop.Fresh from the factory in her very own box,
the doll’s name was printed in
colorful, sparkly letters across the lid, “Twinklinka.” “Oh, isn’t she
beautiful?” The shopkeeper cried out, as he opened the box. The sales
assistants all gathered around, excited at the arrival of the new doll.
“Yes, she’s certainly gorgeous. Those jewels on her dress and hair
twinkle like diamonds,” said one sales assistant. “Yes, that must be
why she’s named Twinklinka,” said another. “A pretty little princess
would surely buy this beauty at any price.” “Yes, yes. I’m sure we can
put a very high price on her and sell with no trouble,” said the
shopkeeper.
The sales assistant took Twinklinka out of the
box and placed her carefully on the best rack of the shop. None of them
knew that the toy from this factory were able to hear everything that
went on around them and talk to each other. So, they had no idea that
Twinklinka was secretly listening to all they said. “Oh, am I really so
pretty?” she wondered. Glancing around quickly, to make sure no one was
looking, she stretched up on her toes and peered into the large mirror
on the wall. She blinked in surprise at what she saw. “Is that really
me?” She could not believe her eyes. “What lovely rosy pink cheeks I
have! And such deep blue eyes… and all those golden curls! Just look at
my silk stockings and all the lace, pearls and sparkles on my dress.
Can those be diamonds in my hair, twinkling like stars?
“And they said that a ‘pretty little
princess’ would buy me. It sounds like someone really special.” Of
course Twinklinka had no idea what a “princess” was, but she thought
that it would be someone very sweet and elegant, like the lovely girls
she had seen in the picture books. She closed her eyes and imagined.
“Some day, a ‘pretty little princess’ who has beautiful golden curls,
rosy cheeks and blue eyes, will come into our shop with her mother. She
will point at me right away, and say, ‘Mum, can I have this pretty
doll, please?’ Then her mother will say, ‘Yes, of course, my darling.’
And
the shopkeeper will take me down from the shelf and hand me to the
little princess. And...” “...she will take me home wrapped lovingly in
her arms. And she will rock me and cuddle me like her mother does her.
She will tell me wonderful stories and play with me the whole day long.
All of her friends will say, ‘How lucky you are to have such a
beautiful doll!’” Twinklinka was lost in her dream.
Finally,
evening came, the lights were turned off, everyone left and the shop
was closed up for the night. The other toys that had come from the
magical factory all jumped off their shelves and ran around excitedly,
happy to be free to play.
Nighttime was when they were their merriest.
But today was more special than usual, and everyone gathered around Twinklinka, curious about the beautiful newcomer.
"You are a very pretty doll. What’s your name?"
"What beautiful eyes you have!"
"Are these really diamonds on your hair and dress, twinkling like stars?"
Twinklinka was showered with questions.
In
the middle of all that, a grey Teddy bear in a green waistcoat, who had
been on the third shelf, ran up to her. And he gave the delicate doll
such a strong bear hug, that she almost lost her breath.
“W-welcome
to our toy shop!” he blurted out in a sweet voice, despite his gruff
looks. “Oh…thank you!” said Twinklinka, blushing a deep shade of
crimson. There were very happy and bubbly soft toys and dolls of many
nationalities. All the dolls, Teddy bears and bunnies were indeed
dazzled by her loveliness. Every time someone complimented her, she
smiled shyly, and her heart felt like it might bounce right out of her
chest.
“Your
dress is very beautiful!” Lilac, the French doll exclaimed. The
Japanese doll, Atsuko, and the Sri Lankan doll, Malithi, gaped at
Twinklinka’s exquisite dress. “I’m sure a rich young miss will buy you
very soon,” the Indian doll Brindha said, trying to have a closer look
at the twinkling things in her hair. “But... she should look like a
princess,” Twinklinka whispered to herself.
The following
morning, all the toys were back on their shelves and sitting still. A
pretty girl came in with her mother and ran straight to Twinklinka.
“Oh, Mum, this doll is very beautiful. Can I have it please?” she
pleaded.
“No darling, I don’t have enough money to buy that
one,” said her mother, looking at the price tag. “I’m sure you can find
something less expensive.” The little girl’s eyes narrowed and her
happy smile became a pout. And when her mother insisted, she took
Bianca, the Italian doll halfheartedly. Still she didn’t take her eyes
off Twinklinka, the one she really wanted, the most beautiful doll in
the whole shop. Twinklinka felt very sorry for the little girl. But she
knew she couldn’t go with her, because she was not the “pretty little
princess” in her dream.
Later that day, two other little girls
came in, who seemed to be twins. They were pretty enough, though still
not as pretty as the little princess of her dream. And besides, their
blue-and-white pinafore dresses had ice cream spilt all over them. They
were also quarreling over a honey bear, they both wanted. Their mother
looked very tired. Which was no surprise, since handling two such
quarrelsome daughters would be a very difficult thing to do.
Seeing them quarrel, Twinklinka feared the twins would want to buy her.
So, when they came her way, she quickly hid her face behind obbie’s
outstretched arm. He was the big honey bear in the blue aistcoat, who
sat next to her. He was happy to help, as he certainly didn’t want to
see his sweet, innocent friend have to be owned by such messy, grumpy
children. The two girls passed right by their shelf, but thankfully
didn’t notice Twinklinka.
A little while after that, a short,
chubby girl who had her hair in two pigtails, came into the shop. Worse
yet, most of her teeth were all brown and rotten. It was no wonder,
since she was munching on a big chocolate bar even at that moment.
Finished with it, she threw the wrapper on the floor and gathered up
three dolls and two Teddy bears in her sticky hands. But the moment she
saw Twinklinka, she dropped them all and ran straight for her.
Twinklinka panicked, terrified that the untidy child would buy her.
There was no time to hide, but she suddenly had a good idea. As the
girl came close, Twinklinka crossed her eyes, making herself look
horrible.
“Oh no, she’s squint-eyed!” The brown-toothed,
chocolate-smeared little girl yelped, and turned away. Twinklinka’s
friend Robbie almost choked, trying not to laugh at that.
Days
and weeks passed. Many little girls came into the shop and many dolls
were bought and taken away. But, when anyone came close to Twinklinka,
she somehow managed to hide. None of them looked like the little
princess in her dream. So she would hide her face in back of Frankie’s
arm, or make herself fall over sideways so that they can’t see her
properly.
The other dolls didn’t mind who they went with. They
only wanted a home. So they would leave laughing and waving goodbye to
all their friends who were left behind. When their little misses held
them close, they would look back at their friends proudly, to see if
they were watching. And, one by one, Twinklinka’s friends left the
shop. Laura, the French doll on the second shelf went, and even
not-so-pretty, frizzy-haired Sabrina was bought. Nevertheless,
Twinklinka was never envious. She was very happy for them. She wished
them happiness with all her heart.
But on the day her best
friend Robbie had to go, she was very upset. Whenever she’d felt sad or
lonely, he would always be there to cheer her up. “Twinky, don’t
worry,” Robbie whispered to her, before he was taken down from the
shelf. “You’ll surely get your dream princess soon.” And when nobody
was looking, he waved goodbye to her. She waved back, wishing him
happiness, too. Then, she suddenly realized there were tears in her
eyes. “You’ve been such a great friend, Robbie! I’ll really miss you.”
More weeks and months passed by, but the “pretty little princess” of
Twinklinka’s dream, still didn’t appear. The colors of her beautiful
lace-adorned dress began to fade. Her glowing cheeks became dull, and
the once-shiny silk stockings had lost their luster. A spider even
tried to spin a cobweb on her skirt, one day. Poor Twinklinka became
less and less pretty as time passed. Finally, she looked so shopworn,
that she didn’t have to hide anymore.
Eventually,
all of her old friends were gone. New dolls arrived from time to time,
and Twinklinka was pushed to the back of the shelf. All of them were
very pretty and dressed in the latest fashions. They smelled
wonderfully fresh and new. All the children loved them at once. But
sweet Twinklinka still didn’t feel the least bit envious. She only felt
very sad and very lonely.
“When will my
dream princess come and take me away?” she wondered. She waited and
waited for her pretty little princess to come. She peeped over the
pretty new dolls in front of her and watched the door, until her eyes
ached. She kept hoping that her princess would come and take her away
soon. Instead, she was just taken to the old rack in the corner, one
day.
That made her so sad she broke into sobs. But she tried
as hard as she could to hold back the tears. Because, she knew they
would only smudge the pink still left on her cheeks, making her even
less attractive.
She was so unhappy and tired of being stuck
in the toy shop, that she finally made up her mind. She decided she
would go with anyone who would want her. But of course, by that time,
it was too late, because no one even bothered to look at her.
At last, one fine day, Twinklinka saw a very pretty little miss enter
the shop from the front door. “Oh! The very same golden curls, the very
same rosy cheeks and the very same blue eyes...” Her heart stopped for
a moment.
The girl looked just like the pretty little princess
of Twinklinka’s dream. She was gorgeous and graceful and her clothes
were very, very beautiful. Twinklinka was overwhelmed with happiness.
Her heart pounded so hard.
She stretched up on her toes and
stuck her face out as far as she could, to make herself be seen. “Oh,
what if the little princess doesn’t see me!” She feared. But the pretty
little girl came right up to Twinklinka’s rack and stopped in front of
her. She was so excited, she almost couldn’t breathe.
The girl
pointed at the shelf and said, “I want these dolls!” Twinklinka noticed
that the little princess forgot to say “please” and wondered, “Did she
say ‘this doll’ or ‘these dolls’?” “I’ll have a dollies’ school and be
the teacher,” the girl said quite grandly to the lady with her, who had
the look of a governess. “Oh, I thought it would be only me,”
Twinklinka thought, just a bit disappointed. “But, never mind, my dream
is coming true, at last, for this is surely the pretty little princess
I’ve been waiting for.”
Unfortunately, things were not to turn
out exactly the way she had dreamt. “Pack them all up and put them in
the trunk of the car,” ordered the lady to the sales assistant. And
before Twinklinka could think anything at all, she was taken down from
the shelf and stuffed into a box with Rosetta the French ballerina,
Keiki the Hawaiian doll, Momoko the Japanese doll, two Chinese dolls
and three Italian dolls.
“Ouch!” Twinklinka’s poor little hand
was twisted painfully, when they were all squashed together into the
box. Tears sprang from her eyes and her happiness turned to an alarm.
“What’s going to happen to us?” she wondered. There had never been
anything in her dream about being taken away like that, stuffed in a
box in the trunk of a car! It was a far cry from being cuddled in the
lap of her loving little princess as she had imagined.
After
a long ride, the car stopped under the portico of a huge mansion. The
box of dolls was carried up a flight of stairs and into the little
princess’ room. It was emptied out onto the floor, like a box of peas.
“Oh, nooo!” cried Twinklinka, landing hard under several of the other
dolls. She pulled herself out of the pile, rubbing her arms and back,
and looked around.
Well, to Twinklinka’s shocked eyes, it was
more like an storm-tossed zoo, than the bedroom of a pretty little
princess! Armless dolls, headless Teddies, legless bunnies and tailless
monkeys lay everywhere. And a sweet-looking little grey bunny had
fallen under a chair and lay there on his head.
Then the
pretty little princess entered the room. “Why did you hop down? I told
you to sit still!” she shouted at the poor bunny as soon as she entered
the room. When she shouted at the bunny, it was Twinklinka who
panicked. “She is not as sweet as she looks,” Rosetta whispered into
Twinklinka’s ear. She was thinking exactly the same thing. The
following morning, the dolls’ school was set up as soon as the little
girl was out of her bed. The dolls were seated on the floor in two rows.
“Sit still, all of you!” The girl ordered. She got terribly angry and
shouted quite loudly, if a doll leaned over even the least little bit.
And all of this before she had even combed her hair or brushed her
teeth!
“Doesn’t she know that she should wash up, first thing
in the morning?” Momoko muttered. Twinklinka didn’t even turn to nod,
fearing the little princess would see her. She was so frightened that
she didn’t even dare to blink.
Sitting still was not really
difficult, after all. But the girl had no love for the dolls
whatsoever. She tossed them here and there, kicked them out of her way,
and even pinched them, when annoyed. How could a little doll live
without someone to love her?
“I wish I were back on that
lonely rack in the toy shop,” Rosetta whispered when the little miss
was not looking. Twinklinka had already had the same thought, though
she didn’t say so. “I wonder how a pretty little girl could be so
mean,” Keiki said. “That’s because she hasn’t been taught any good
manners. I wonder whether she even goes to school,” Momoko said. “And
where are her Mum and Dad? We’ve never seen them. I don’t think they
see her very often. That may be why she’s so mean,” Rosetta suggested.
“That’s not a reason to be mean to others.” Momoko said angrily.
Twinklinka was too frightened to say anything.
One day,
Twinklinka was kicked beneath the bed for no reason at all. It was so
dark and dusty under there that she cried throughout the whole night,
terrified. She recalled how she had dreamt of being cuddled lovingly,
on the lap of a pretty little princess. But, here she was, kicked under
the bed and left to suffer, ignored as if she didn’t even exist.
“That is certainly not a proper way to treat a doll, Twinky!” Rosetta
said angrily, the following morning. “Little girls are supposed to love
their dolls. But it may be that no one has ever loved her and that’s
why she doesn’t know how to love others.”
Twinklinka waited
and waited, hoping the “little princess” would behave better later in
the day, or the next day, or the day after. But no, she remained the
same. Pretty as she was, she clearly did not know how to love her dolls.
One day, the “little princess” sat on top of the reading table, playing
with her new remote-controlled fairy, while picking at her lunch.
Twinklinka and three other dolls lay in a heap on the floor, where she
had dumped them.
“Ugh, she’s rotten now!” she said, making a face, and tossed winklinka into the waste basket.
Her head hit on the edge of it. “Ow…ouch!” She squealed with pain. In
truth, it was her heart that hurt more than her head. Such a pretty
doll she had been, and to end up thrown out like this? She was so
shocked that she didn’t know whether to cry or be angry.
Just
then a maid came into the room and took the waste basket out to the
back alley and put it into a garbage bag. Then she carried the bag to a
huge pile of garbage in a yard at the end of the road and dumped there..
It was a totally different environment that she never knew existed.
Bruised fruit, rotten vegetables, empty tins...the stinking mess
surrounded poor Twinklinka, the once-prettiest doll in the whole toy
shop. She didn’t dare cry out, for fear that some of the awful stuff
would get into her mouth. It smelled so horrible that she tried hard to
not even breathe.
Rats, mice and cockroaches scurried all
around and over her. Stray dogs and cats raked through the disgusting
mess, looking for a piece of food. One black and brown dog came very
close to Twinklinka and sniffed at the sauce. She was so terrified of
being eaten, that she screamed. But her cry was so faint that no one
heard it.
Night fell. Twinklinka was the saddest she’d ever
been, and too miserable to even cry. Above all, there was such a great
pain in her heart. She had never had anything so terrible happen to
her, since she had left the factory in her brightly colored box with
her name sparkling on the cover.
Twinklinka remembered every
single thing that had happened to her since that proud and happy day.
She recalled how she had been delivered to the toy shop. And how her
new friends there, had welcomed her, and how joyful were the nights
she’d spent in the shop with them. Especially Robbie, her best buddy
she could never forget. How hard she had tried to avoid being noticed
by all the little girls who would have wanted her, and how she’d waited
for the little princess in her dream to come and take her home. And
how, finally, her dream had come true… “How very mistaken I was,”
Twinklinka thought.
She cried, sobbed, and wailed. Painful
tears streamed from her eyes. Almost all of the pink on her cheeks was
gone by then, that she didn’t mind in the least. The once-golden hair
was disheveled, and bits of rotten vegetables were entangled in the
strands. What was once an elegantlace dress reeked, and was stained a
variety of ugly colors. And, as if all that weren’t enough, a heavy
rain suddenly pounded down.
It rained and rained the whole night. The storm brought thunder and
lightning, terrifying Twinklinka more than ever. She cried and cried
until she had no more tears left. It was a long, scary and lonely
night. She was sure Robbie could never have guessed that his pretty
little Twinky would end up in a pile of garbage like this. Could anyone
she’d known ever have thought so?
When the rain did stop the
following morning, Twinklinka lay still. She hadn’t the least bit of
strength left even to cry or to turn her head... or even to think. She
didn’t feel like opening her eyes. She didn’t want to open her eyes
ever again. There was nothing out there that she wanted to see, so she
kept them scrunched tight. Then she felt something move the garbage. As
if it was being dug through again, but by something bigger than a rat
or a dog. “It may be a bigger dog,” she thought and held very still.
“Oh, well…go ahead, eat me up, eat me up! I won’t mind... and thanks!”
Twinklinka squeezed her eyes even tighter. But it wasn’t a dog at all.
And it wasn’t a rat, either. “Oh, a doll! A doll!” a delicate little
voice shrieked in excitement. Twinklinka opened her eyes wide, shocked,
to see it was no stray dog, but a little girl! Her cheeks were not rosy
pink and her eyes were not deep blue. Her hair was not a mass of golden
curls and her dress was torn here and there. The child was not pretty
at all, to be perfectly honest. Yet, there was something in her sweet
smile that made Twinklinka’s heart swell with joy. The little girl
picked her out of the pile at once.
“Oh, I have never had a
d-d-doll in my life!” she cried, so incredibly happy herself. She
clutched Twinklinka to her heart, in spite of the mess the pretty doll
had become, and hugged her and hugged her. “Oh!” Twinklinka cried. Her
heart bounced almost out of her chest. She just couldn’t imagine being
loved so much.
Still holding Twinklinka tightly, the little
girl ran all the way to her home. Did I say “home”? Well, no...it
wasn’t exactly a home. What she ran to, was a little shelter against
the back of a bus stop. She was a beggar-girl!
She took
Twinklinka right away to a nearby water tap and washed her clean,
carefully. Then she held her in the sun and fluffed her hair and
skirts, until its warm rays dried her...and put her to sleep! The girl
found a broken comb and combed her hair very gently, so that it
wouldn’t hurt her. The little girl was so happy that she kept hugging
her and rocking her in her arms, humming lullabies like a little mother.
When
the rain began to fall again, she covered her precious find with her
own body,bending over, so not a single raindrop could reach her. “Where
else could I have found a love so great?” Twinklinka thought, and her
eyes brimmed with happy tears. She opened her eyes and looked at the
little miss, through tears.
“How beautiful her cheeks are,
though they are not pink. How beautiful her eyes are, though they are
not blue. How comfortable this shelter is, though it’s not a mansion.
And how wonderful this love is, though it’s not from a ‘pretty little
princess’,” Twinklinka whispered to herself. “Isn’t this all I wanted!”
Two big, twinkling teardrops rolled down the doll’s cheeks and fell onto the little girl’s lap.
The good King's daughter Had no soft water, Had no soft water to wash her face, And forth went pages To look for water in every place. The crawled up mountains, They crept down tunnels, They felt the waterfalls everywhere; They spied on houses With water-barrels, But no soft water was hidden there.
The Princess wept When they came to tell her Of fruitless searchings and labours vain. "How can I wash If I've no soft water? And what shall I do if it doesn't rain?"
The youngest page-boy Awake quite early, And went out walking at break of day, And high on a hill He found a dewpond A little round dewpond tucked away.
He went on his knees And peeped in the dewpond; Mist lay over it white as milk; He dipped his hands And the ice-cold water Ran through his fingers soft as silk!
He filled his goblet And sought the Princess; The poor little Princess wept with joy, And told the King, And the King said , "Splendid!" And made him the Prince's whipping-boy.
Hm,m, I'm not sure becoming the "Prince's Whipping boy!" Don't you think the young Prince should have the whipping himself ?
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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
Beautiful words I think also.
THE MAGIC MEDICINE
"Whirr, Whirr." went the alarm clock. "Oh bother!" thought Mrs Mouse. "Now I shall have to get out of my nice warm bed, and get breakfast, pack the children off to school, then clean and sweep, How I wish I could always stay here, snug and cosy." When, at last, she hopped out of bed and peeped out of the window, it was a cold, foggy morning. "I believe I'm not well," said Mrs Mouse; "I have a distinct pain." So she slipped back into bed again and Mr Mouse got up and dressed the children, got breakfast ready, then took Mrs Mouse hers on a nice little tray, with the best china and the largest portion of jam. Next day Mrs Mouse had another look out of the window, but it was hailing; so Mrs Mouse said, "I am sure I am very unwell, I must get back to my warm bed at once." Which she did and Mr Mouse gave her his night-cap to keep out the draught, and sent for a neighbour to nurse her. He gave his wife all his share of butter and jam, then he and the children did all the work, making Mouse Cottage quite tidy and clean. The next morning when the clocck went "Whirr, Whirr," Mrs Mouse sighed heavily at being disturbed, but she hopped up, all the same to look at the weather: "For I am always one to do my duty," she said. But this morning it was snowing, so Mrs Mouse knew it was her duty to get back into bed at once: "For I am really and truly very ill." said she, "and I have a most distinct pain." So her husband got her a nice hot-water bottle to keep her toes warm, as well as the night-cap to keep out the draught; and she ate all the butter and jam and most of the toast. Mr Made her a lovely jelly as well to keep up her strength. Then he went off to see Dr Nippett because the neighbour said he was very clever and would certainly be able to cure Mrs Mouse. He found him sitting in his consulting room reading a big book, with the aid of a pair of horn-rimmed spectacles. The Doctor was very kind to poor Mr Mouse, who by this time was quite desperate and very tired with doing all the work and nursing Mrs Mouse as well. Dr Nippett made him sit in a big arm chair and describe all his wife's symptons. When the Doctor heard how ill she felt when she got out of bed and found it so cold, and such a lot to do, he said he was sure he could cure her, and he would come round at once. Poor Mr Mouse felt cheered at the good news and went off to his work, and Dr Nippett twirled his whiskers, and taking his top hat and bag he went to see Mrs Mouse. The invalid was glad when the distinguished Doctor arrived, and told him all about her being unwell (but she didn't mention all the hot toast, jam and jelly she had eaten). Dr Nippett looked at her tongue and felt her pulse, then told her to say "99." Then he said "Cheer up, my dear Mrs Mouse, I'm quite sure I can cure you. I have a wonderful medicine which will act like magic. One dose will be enough, but it is very, very nasty medicine to take - so nasty, that I had better bring my partner to-morrow to hold your nose and drench you, if you cannot swallow it." When the doctor had gone, Mrs Mouse became very thoughtful. She began to wonder what ther medicine would taste like, and if she would be able to swallow it; or would they have to hold her nose and pour it down her throat. In the evening Mrs Mouse said to her husband when he came home from work, "I am so much better today, my distinct pain has quite gone. I think I shall be able to get up tomorrow." And sure enough, before the clock went "Whirr, Whirr," Mrs Mouse was out of bed; and although it was hailing, raining and snowing, she got Mr Mouse a lovely breakfast. When Doctor Nippett arrived with his partner and a huge bottle of black medicine, he found, Mrs Mouse sweeping and cleaning with energy. She told him his medicine was so wonderful, that even thinking about it had acted like magic, and she would not waste any of the precious stuff by taking even a tiny dose. And I do believe it really was magic for Mrs Mouse has not had a days illness since.
A few of the poems on this page have come from a book called
THE CHILDREN'S TREASURY
of Pictures and Stories.
It
was written in 1892 and was presented as a prize for good attendance at
Sunday School for the year 1893 by E. Foorster Wanstall M. A., who was the vicar at St Paul's Wolverhampton. I also think you might find a few of your treasured Stories
Here we go 'round the mulberry bush, The mulberry bush, The mulberry bush. Here we go 'round the mulberry bush, So early in the morning.
These are the chores we'll do this week, Do this week, Do this week. These are the chores we'll do this week, So early every morning.
This is the way we wash our clothes, Wash our clothes, Wash our clothes. This is the way we wash our clothes, So early Monday morning.
This is the way we dry our clothes, Dry our clothes, Dry our clothes. This is the way we dry our clothes, So early Tuesday morning.
This is the way we mend our clothes, Mend our clothes, Mend our clothes. This is the way we mend our clothes,
So early Wednesday morning.
This is the way we scrub the floor, Scrub the floor, Scrub the floor. This is the way we scrub the floor, So early Thursday morning.
This is the way we sweep the floor, Sweep the floor, Sweep the floor. This is the way we sweep the floor, So early Friday morning.
This is the way we clean our rooms, Clean our rooms, Clean our rooms. This is the way we clean our rooms, So early Saturday morning.
This is the way we get dressed up, Get dressed up, Get dressed up. This is the way we get dressed up, So early Sunday morning.
A little to long for a rhyme so with some lovely pictures from Dadazi at
http://www.dadazi.net/chldpge.html
We have a rhyme in a complete story, I wonder how many of my little treasures out there, do all what is in this rhyme? heehe!!
"This
is a beautiful place to be as well. Again we are back in foreign fields,
where we are playing with the paper aeroplanes and watching the wonderful animation, I really do love these small video's.
JUST CLICK ^ ON THE DVD SLOT NEXT TO START ON VIDEO BOX
IF THE "ERROR" SLOGAN SHOWS.
Some wonderful small Tales and Songs that make all Children Happy.
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. xxx
The Perfect Body
Said little hands to little feet “You grow bigger every day” Said little feet to little hands “Is that all you’ve got to say
Why I can run and walk and jump And bang my soles together And wear the finest fur lined boots In wet and windy weather”
But little hands reached out and said “Yes you can walk on land But to feel and touch the softest things You can only do with hands”
“Oh no you can’t said little feet “For carpets to are soft And I can walk on soft, soft hay That's in the farmers loft”
Just then a voice boomed loud and clear “What a lot of rot you utter For without the mouth like I have You could only cough and splutter”
Then with surprise the two brown eyes Looked down on all and said “ To see is the most important thing, now please lets go to bed”
“ Without my legs you wouldn’t get there” “ And without my arms you’d freeze” “ For who would pull the covers up” “ Then with my nose you’d sneeze”
If hair was gone and ears were none We’d all look kind of shoddy But you must admit, when you join the bits We make the perfect body
Dorothy Milnes Vaughan 1965 copyright regt.
Her First Awakening
She came to me to know the truth, My little maid of nine, About a Christmas visitor and all his gifts so fine.
Her little life had held a faith That reason now was dimming, And she would know who hid beneath, red cloak and ermine trimming.
How could he keep his whiskers white, when chimneys were so dirty! And then so many girls and boys at her school there were thirty!
And if he were so very kind And thoughtful, as t'was said, The best and biggest toys should be, besides the poorest bed!
The moment so long feared had come To her, my sweet believer, And two big eyes looked up in scorn At Mother - the deceiver!
With thanks to Ms Gertrude Clowes, written in 1922, in her book of poems the Bluestone Daughter.
A RAINY DAY
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter on the window panes, Pitter-patter raindrops, pitter-patter raindrops. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, goodness, how it rains! Pitter-patter, raindrops, pitter-patter raindrops;
Rain on the country, rain on the town, Rain on the green leaves, rain on the brown, Rain on the farmyard, the motors, and the sea, And when I go out walking, there'll be rain on me.
Rain on the gardens, rain on the pond Pitter-patter raindrops, pitter-patter raindrops; Rain on the little lane that wanders beyond, Pitter-patter raindrops, pitter-patter raindrops;
Rain on my wellingtons, rain on my hat, Rain on my mackintosh, pitter-pitter pat; Rain on the puddles, rain on my gloves,- Isn't it the kind of day a little duckling loves?
The water drops you see on grass and spiders webs on some mornings are water from the air. During the night the ground gets cold and water vapour collects into drops...
When this happens, keep a close watch on the leaves, especially the ones that are in the direct sunlight. Each little drop becomes its own spectrum, with all the colours of the rainbow inside each tiny droplet.
Do you know that the white frost you see on a very cold morning on the grass or cars is really dew that has been frozen. The water which collects on the ground, cars and windows freezes into white ice.
The Snow
From the clouds, the flakes of snow Wander to the woods below, Falling lightly, Softly, whitely, To the ground, Heaping drifts without a sound.
Now the wind begins to blow, Lighter, faster comes the snow, Falling thickly, Rushing quickly; Soon there'll be a Snowman built for you and me.
Dorothy Milnes Sinclair 2007
Tripping into Town
A little lass with golden hair, A little lass with brown, A little lass with raven locks, Went tripping into town. "I like the golden hair the best!" "And I prefere the brown!" "And I the black!" three sparrows said - Three sparrows of the town.
"Tu-whit! Tu-whoo!" an old owl cried, From the belfry in the town; Glad hearted lasssies need not mind If locks be gold, black, brown! Tu-whit! Tu-woo! so fast, so fast The sands of life run down, And soon, so soon, three white haired dames Will totter through the town. Gone then for aye the raven locks, The golden hair, the brown; And she will fairest be whose face Has never worn a frown!"
reknewed for Seligors Castle the home of Diddily Dee Dot 2007