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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
Biography of Eugene Field:
Eugene Field was an unusual poet. He was one of the few poets who wrote
only children's poetry. That is how he got his nickname, The Children's
Poet. It all started September 2, 1850, at 634 South Broadway in Saint
Louis. That's where and when Eugene Field was born. He had one brother
named Roswell, who was one year younger than he, and a sister who died
soon after her birth. He and his brother were very close, but very
different. Eugene took after their mother, Francis, while Roswell took
after their father. Eugene was afraid of the dark while his brother
wasn't afraid of anything. Eugene hated studying while Roswell loved
it. When the boys were six and five, their mother died. Mr. Field sent
them to live with their cousin, Mary French, in Massachusetts until he
could take care of them. While living on their cousin's farm, Eugene
wrote his first poem . He was nine then, and the poem was about their
cousin's dog, Fido. If you would like to find out more about poems and their writers, there is a wonderful website at http://www.poemhunter.com/
TINY TOT FUN, FOR THE UNDER 5's
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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TINY TOT FUN, FOR THE UNDER 5's
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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.
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
This is a little house, It has one small red door It has two curtained windows And a painted wooden floor A pretty red tiled roof Sunshine yellow are the walls The handle is bright green you know, Friends turn it when they call.
Which house is Diddily talking about?
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.
PINGU GOES FISHING .......
A Collection of video's featuring Pingu and his sister Pinga.
1. Pingu 2. Pingu in Luna Park 3. Pingu and Pinga play circus 4. Pingu builds an Igloo 5. Pingu funny moments 6. Pingu and Pinga help with the cleaning 7. Pingu, goes Fishing. & 8. Pingu gets a Valentine Card. 9. Pingu i bogshala Theme size="4">Pingu has a sore tummy. 14. Pingu plays the Accordion 15. Raps with David Hasslehof. 16. Pingu Eskimo Dance 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
AAROHI
Aarohi
was little girl with an obsession for lollypops and chocolates. Her
mother all ways used to tell her, " If you don't cut down on eating
chocolate and candy, you will get cavities in your teeth. More so as
you only brush your teeth once." Aarohi received the same warning everyday but was wont to ignore it. One
day as Aarohi got ready to go to school; she saw her mother's purse
lying on the table. She could not control her temptation and stealthily
took out some money and quietly put it in her school bag. As she was
stepping out of the house she heard her mother, "Aarohi do not eat
chocolate or lollypops or …….." " I will get cavities in my teeth, more so as I brush them only once." She finished the sentence for her mother.
But
mother and daughter burst out laughing and the mother said, "See how
sensible my daughter is, she remembers even the words I use in heir
correct sequence." Aarohi smiled and left for school. During recess
Aarohi came out from the school and went to a candy shop. There she
bought five lollypops, finished two in the shop, and one more on her
way back to her class. She carefully kept the remaining two in her
school bag. Aarohi returned home and as her friends were waiting for
her, she quickly changed her clothes, combed her hair and went out to
play. Aarohi's mother took her school bag and was arranging
her books when she found the two lollypops in the bag. She took them
out and kept it in the cupboard. Aarohi came back late and she and her
mother took dinner together. She was now asked by her mother to finish
her homework. Aarohi took her bag and sat down to do her homework
but she could not find the two lollipops she had so carefully kept
there. She realized that her mother must have found them and taken them
away. Aarohi immediately ran to her mother. She put her head in her
mother's lap and began to cry. Feeling guilty she promised her mother,
" Mother from now on I will never eat chocolates or lollypops. I am
sorry that I stole money from your purse this morning. I promise not to
repeat this mistake." Aarohi's mother smiled and comforted her
lovingly. "My dear daughter! I am happy that you have realized your
mistake. I will not say anything about it anymore, I do not think that
you do not need any more advice. You are indeed very sensible."
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The Fishing Trip.
Down by the river, with the little fishing hut Sat a little old man and his dog called mut They went to the water, were the little fishes swim And the little old man, threw the little dog in.
He swam to the bottom, floated to the top turned on his back, kicking flippity flop down went his nose followed by his tail gliding through the water like a slippery eel
Mut stroked down, the trout shot out the fisherman yelled, then gave a shout he held out his net and the fish was hooked All ready to go home, to the pot, and cooked. a mazon are always there should you want any toys and games Diddily Dee Dot 2007 October 31st
Sing A Song for Mummy
Sing a song for Mummy Hum a tune for Dad Play a trick on Gemima
To stop her feeling sad.
Spin a top with Sonia And push the swing for Jim Read a book to Uncle George The one with Tiny Tim.
Say a prayer to Jesus Ask to make us strong Help us care for others And try to do no wrong.
Say a prayer to Jesus, Before you sleep tonight. Keep all the little children, Safe in truth and light.
To the tune of sing a song of sixpence!
DMS, August 2007
Miss Minnie and Miss Mollie
Miss Minnie and Miss Mollie, Munched a Mars Bar Made from Milk.
Sweet Sue saw Sulky Sarah, Swallow Syrup Smooth as Silk. Baker Bert and Baker Bobby, Baked a batch of Buttery Bread.
While Willy, Wayne and Walter, Wondered Why Wyn Wagged his head.
Rosetta Ran the Relay Race Running Round and Round the Town.
Natalie Noticed the Gingerbread Men, Some were white and some were brown
Still, Patrick, Patsy and Paula, Played with Puppy dogs on the Prom.
Clive and Corinna caught a crawfish, Then they all went home to mom.
DMS 2007
Whisky Frisky
Whisky Frisky, Hippity Hop, Up he goes, to the tree top!
Whirly, twirly, round and round, Down he scampers to the ground.
Furly, Curly, what a tail! Tall as a tower, broad as a sail!
Where's his supper? In the shell. Snappy, craccky, out it fell.
DMS September 2007
My Special Day
Monday is the first day of the holidays, We're going to have fun, for sure. We'll be with Grand ma every day, And that never is a bore.
Tuesday she'll let us stay in bed, As a very special treat. Cause every other blinking day, We're swept quiet off our feet.
On Tues afternoon off we go, To the ballpark in the Strand. Green ones, blue ones, ladders, shutes, All in all, just grand.
Wednesday my Dad comes to see us, And he always brings us sweets. But Grannie will never give them us, Until we've ate our teas.
On Thursday we go out swimming, in Wrexham to the baths, Grandma doesn't come in the water, She says we both will laugh.
Then Friday she takes us shopping,
Into town on a double decker bus. She lets us go to the very top, But she waits down stairs for us.
Saturday and it's time to go, Back to our Dad
and
Mum. But Sunday, this is the bestest day For Granma comes round to us.
Dodie Milnes Sinclair 2007
The Sick Dolly (a very short play for a boy and girl.) the girl is sitting with a dolly in her lap. The boy enters.
Girl: Dear Doctor, look at my Dolly, she lies so very still. She hasn't moved since yesterday, I fear she's very ill.
Boy: Dear me! Not moved since yesterday? 'tis a most perculiar case. Please hold her up to the light and let me see her face. Now put your tongue out, Dolly, and then I'll sound your chest. I'll send you a bottle of something that will give you a little rest.
(The little boy sounds the Dolly's chest and gives her back to the little girl)
Girl: Oh, Doctor dear, don't hurt her, and mind that dreadful crack; For the least touch is painful since she broke her little back.
Boy. Dear, dear! Is her backbone broken? Well - that's serious, I'm sure. And I'm bound to tell you, Madam, I ought to have seen her before.
Girl. Oh, please don't scold me, Doctor! I've had enough to bear To think how Dolly suffers and to see her lying there.
She used to be so pretty, with rosy lips and cheeks, She used to say "Pa" and "Ma" but now she never speaks.
Do you think my darling Dolly will ever get well again?
Boy: Well, here's my famous plaster to ease her back from pain,
And she must take her medicine before and after food.
Girl: And must I shake the bottle?
Boy: Oh yes - or 'twill do no good.
And you must try and cheer her up and don't give way to sorrow.
Give Dolly plenty of medicine and I'll call again tomorrow
This is an anonymous little play taken from the book The Junior Reciter's Repertory.
Sleep Baby Sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep! Your father watches the sheep; Your mother is shaking the dreamland tree, And down comes a little dream on thee. Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep Our cottage vale is deep The little lamb is on the green With snowy fleece so soft and clean
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep Sleep, baby, sleep Your father tends the sheep Your mother shakes the dreamland tree And from it fall sweet dreams for thee Sleep, baby, sleep Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep! The large stars are the sheep; The little stars are the lambs, I guess; And the gentle moon is the shepherdess. Sleep, baby, sleep!
ANON
Little Kittens
One little kitten slept under a tree, Another little kitten said "Come play with me"
One more little kitten came through the door, She had her friend with her, and that made four.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 A white little kitten sat on her own Whilst a black 'n white kitten lay on a silken gown
Soon eight little kittens were somewhere in the sun Each doing their own thing.
EACH HAVING FUN!!
diddilydeedot 2007
The Clock
Tick, tock, tick, tock Merrily sings the clock: It's time for work, It's time for play Tick, tock, tick, tock,
Merrily sings the clock.
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. 200
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.
Eugene Field was an unusual poet. He was one of the few poets who wrote
only children's poetry. That is how he got his nickname, 
A purse of fairy-gold,
BOUNCING, JUMPING, WALKING.
out and kept it in the cupboard. Aarohi came back late and she and her
mother took dinner together. She was now asked by her mother to finish
her homework.
Sing A Song for Mummy
Miss Minnie and Miss Mollie
Running Round and Round the Town.
Whisky Frisky
Tall as a tower, broad as a sail!
My Special Day
Sleep Baby Sleep
A white little kitten sat on her own
EACH HAVING FUN!!
diddilydeedot 2007
It's time for play
What do I see in my bonny, blue bowl