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 A SMILE A DAY - FAIRIES                Share Share


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Fairy Rings


Elfins, gnomes and fairies dance
In the moonlit wood,
You might see them just by chance -
Catch them if you could!

Out they trip at set of sun
And shake their sparkling wings,
Then they dance there just for fun
Round the Fairy Rings.
                                                            by the lovely Margery Hart

                    Fairies
           But only for the children who believe in them
!

"Fairies! What are they ?"  - Somebody sings -
"Are they dainty creatures with gauzy wings,
All night they dance in a merry band
In a beautiful place called Fairyland."

"Fairies ! What are they ?" - Somebody sings -
"They are dear, kind hearted, misch
ievous things
That fly round our beds when the white moon gleams
And under our pillow they stuff sweet dreams !"

" Fairies ! What do they do then ?" - She sings -
They hover around us on gossamer wings,
They flit to the nursery when we're in bed
And tidy our books, or our toys instead."

" Fairies ! What are they ?" - Somebody sings -
"Invisible, graceful and wonderful things;
If, at night, you sit by the fire's red glow
You will hear the call of the elves, you know."

"Fairies ! What else do they do ?"  - She cries -
"They make us happy, they make us wise,
And no one in all the wide world through
Knows half of the wonderful things they do !"


Beautiful Fairy DustTHE WISE ELF'S SONG
TO JUNE

Now little elves don't run away
Before my song I've sung,
Just listen now to what I say
And don't forget you're young !

Please help the frogs that in the sun
Get tangled in the reeds,
For everything and everyone
Do good and kindly deeds.

And help the little birds that oft
Come tumbling  from their nest,
And clamber with them up aloft
And put them back to rest.

And when it's getting nearly light

Just linger ere you pass
To tidy up the cobwebs bright
From off the dewy grass.

And when the white-tailed rabbits there
At twilight chase and run,
Just give them warning to BEWARE !
If you have heard a gun.

Now if you follow all I say
And do your best for me,
 And help each other and obey,
What pattern Elves you'll be !

The last of our little rhymes from Margery Hart
Weren't they lovely. We shall have some more later in the spring.



Just a quick word to tell you that the very last entry at the bottom of this page is a special thanks to Winnie the Pooh and his Friends for letting us use his
characters.                                       

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COMPLETE AND UTTER NONSENSE, AND TERRIFIC AS WEL
L,
 it will definitely make you smile

NONSENSE FROM SERBIA

A little boy came to a mill with a bag of corn that he wanted ground. As he was a Serbian and every Serbian knows that beardless men are a crafty race, the boy was sorry to see that the miller's chin was as smooth as an egg. However the corn was ground, and the miller said: "I tell you what my son, I'll make this into a loaf for you.".
The loaf was mixed and baked, and as it steamed on the ground the miller said:
"Of course I expect half of it for my trouble; yet it seems a pity to cut it. I've a good idea; the one who can say the most nonsensical things shall have the loaf.
         The poor boy was forced to submit, and the miller began. He said:
"There was once a king, a silent woman and a grateful man."
   "That is only sneering," returned the boy. "I can tell you something worth listening to." He set his wits to work with a will, and this is the tale he told the miller.

       In my young days when I was an old man we had many beehives, and I used to count the bees every morning. I counted them easily enough, but I could never contrive to count the beehives.
Well one morning as I was counting the bees I was greatly surprised to find that my best bee was missing, so I straddled a cock, mounted it, and started in search of it. I traced it to the sea shore, and saw that it had gone over the sea, so I decided to follow it.
    When I had crossed the water I discovered that a peasant had caught my bee;  he was ploughing his fields with it and was about to sow millet. So I exclaimed, "That is my bee! How did you get it?" And the ploughman answered, Brother, if this is really your bee you can come over here and take it."
   So I went over to him and he gave me back my bee and a sack of millet on account of the services my bee had rendered him.
Then I put the sack on my back, and moved the saddle from the cock to the bee. Then I mounted the bee, and led my cock behind me that it might rest a little.
As I was crossing the sea one of the strings of my sack burst, and all the millet poured into the water. When I had got across, it was already night, so I alighted and let the bee loose t
o graze; as to the cock, I fastened him near me and gave him some hay. After that I laid myself down to sleep.
    When I rose next morning great was my surprise to see that during the night the wolves had slaughtered and devoured my bee; and the honey was spread about the valley knee deep and ankle deep on the hills. Then I was puzzled to know in what vessel I could gather up the honey.

      Meantime I remember I had a little axe with me, so I went into the woods to catch a beast in order to make a bag of its skin. When I reached the forest I saw two deer dancing on one leg; so I threw my axe, broke their leg, and caught them both. From the two deer I drew three skins and made a bag of each, and in them gathered up all the honey. Then I loaded the cock with the bags and started hurriedly homeward.
When I arrived I found that my father had just been born, and I was told to go to heaven to fetch some holy water. I did not know how to get there, but as I pondered the matter I remembered the millet which had fallen into the sea. I went back to that place, and found that the grain had grown up quite to heaven, for the spot where it fell happened to be rather damp. So I climbed up one of the stems.
Upon reaching heaven I found that the millet had ripened, and an angel had harvested the grain and made a loaf of it, and was eating it with some warm milk.
I greeted him, saying, "Good-morrow to you!" The angel replied. "And to you neighbour!" and gave me some holy water.
    On my way back I found that there had been a great rain, and the sea had risen so high that my millet was carried away. I was frightened to think how I should descend again to
Earth; but at length I remembered that I had long hair - it is so long that when I am standing upright it reaches down to the ground and when I sit it reaches to my ears . Well, I took out my knife and cut off one hair after another, tying them end to end with great care as I descended on them.
     Meantime darkness overtook me before I got to
the bottom, and so I decided to make a large knot and pass the night on it. But what was I to do without a fire? A tinder box I had with me , but I had no wood. Suddenly I remembered that I had in my vest a sewing needle. So I split it and made a fire, which warmed me nicely; then I laid myself down to sleep.
    When I fell asleep, unfortunately, a flame burned the hair through, and head over heels I fell to the ground, and sank into the earth up to my girdle. When I found that I was tightly interred I hurried home for a spade, and came back and dug myself out with it.

       As soon as I was freed I took the holy water and started for home. When I arrived reapers were working in the field. It was such a hot day that I feared the poor men would burn to death, and I called them:
"Why do you not fetch our mare which is two days journey long and half a day broad, and on whose back large willows are growing? She would make some shade where you are working."
My father hearing this, quickly brought the mare, and the reapers went on working in the shade. Then I took a jug in which to fetch some water. When I came to the well I found the water was quite frozen, so I took my head off and broke the ice with it; then I filled the jug and carried the water to the thirsty reapers.

When they saw me they asked me, "Where is your head?" I lifted my hands, and to my great surprise my head was not upon my shoulders, and then I remembered having left it by the well. I went back at once, but  on the way I met a man with no legs cleaning his boots by the roadside. He asked for charity and I gave him my favourite button. He thanked me with tears in his eyes, exclaiming, "In return for this I will tell you a secret which I learned from a witch: Water is Wet."
    Terrified at the strange news I went on to the well, but found that a fox was there before me, and was busy devouring my head. I approached slowly and struck the beast fiercely with my foot, so that in great fear it dropped a little book. This I picked up, and, on opening it, found written in it these wise words, "The whole loaf is for thee, and Beardless is to get nothing!"

The miller was so stunned by this torrent of nonsense that he said nothing as the boy picked up his loaf and walked away in triumph..
MEET MR BENN AND HIS FRIENDS
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SMILE WITH THE ANGEL'S JOKE SLOT

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Do mermaids use knives and forks when they eat?
angel    No, they use their fish fingers!


          What did the sea say to the Little Mermaid?
angel    Nothing, it just waved!

What has beautiful hair, a pretty face, two arms, a fish's tail, looks like a mermaid, but isn't a mermaid?
angel    A photograph of a mermaid!

           What did Little Red Riding-Hood say when she saw the big, bad wolf   wearing sun-glasses?
angel     Nothing . . . she didn't recognize him!

             What did Little Red Riding-Hood say when she saw the big, bad wolf?
angel     There's the big, bad wolf!

Who shouted "Knickers!" at the big, bad wolf?
angel     Little Rude Riding Hood!

              What birds spend all their time on their knees ?
angel     Birds of prey !

What do you call a woodpecker with no beak ?
angelA headbanger !

              What does a queen bee do when she burps ?
angel      Issues a royal pardon !

When is the best time to buy budgies ?
angelWhen they're going cheep !

              What do bees do if they want to use public transport ?
angel      Wait at a buzz stop !

What do you get if you cross a bee with a skunk ?
angelAn animal that stinks and stings !

              Why did Hansel eat all the liquorice off the witch's house?
angel      It takes all sorts!

Why couldn't Cinders use horses to pull the Pumpkin Coach?
angelBecause they were too busy playing stable tennis!

              Why was Cinderella no good at playing hockey?
angel      Because she was always running away from the ball!

What did the ogre get for his birthday?
angelAnother year older!

                What do you give an ogre with great big feet?
angel       Lots of space.

Why do ogres wear flowery embroidered braces?
angelTo hold their trousers up!

                 Why did the Ugly Duckling's parents fly south for the winter?
angel        Because it was too far to walk!

Why do dragons sleep all day?
angelSo that they can fight knights!

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SIX BRAND NEW NURSERY RHYMES FOR 2010
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MINE
VANILLA ICE-CREAM, STRAWBERRY FOOL,
GOOSEBERRY CRUMBLE, CUSTARD COOL
RASPBERRY RIPPLE, APRICOT WINE,
BUT YOU CAN'T HAVE THEM -
COS THEY'RE ALL MINE!


 
MOLLY  MOLLY

MOLLY, MOLLY YOU'RE GROWING SO FAST,Molly, Molly
NONE OF YOUR CLOTHES ARE GOING TO LAST.
YOU'LL GET COLD ELBOWS, 
YOU'LL GET COLD KNEES,
YOU'LL CATCH A COLD AND START TO SNEEZE.


LITTLE BIRD UP IN A TREE
LITTLE OWL
LITTLE BIRD UP IN A TREE
,
WILL YOU SING A SONG FOR ME?
WILL YOU SING OF SUNSHINE OR WILL YOU SING OF RAIN?
SING OF HOT SUMMERS THEN SING OF SPRING AGAIN.
LITTLE BIRD UP IN THE TREE -
WILL YOU SING A SONG FOR ME?



SEVEN SHIPS A SAILING,
A SAILING ON THE SEA.
ONE FOR MUMMY, ONE FOR DADDY,
AND ONE FOR BUNNY AND ME.
ONE FOR MOLLY CARTWRIGHT

THERE'S ONE FOR SUSIE AND SAM.
AND THE THREE THAT SAILED WITHOUT A SOUL
AND SET SAIL FOR  AMSTERDAM.


BM!
BABY BABY

BABY, BABY DON'T SUCK YOUR THUMB!
MUMMY, MUMMY WIPE MY BUM
BABY, BABY EAT YOUR TEA?
MUMMY, MUMMY EAT WITH ME!

BABY, BABY GO TO SLEEP!

MUMMY, MUMMY WHY YOU WEEP?
BABY, BABY CLOSE YOUR EYES!

MUMMY, MUMMY,  PRAYERS,
NOT SIGHS.

MUMMY, MUMMY, HERE, SWEET KISS,
BABY, BABY, SUCH SWEET BLISS.

MB!
SHUSH, NOW LITTLE SISTER, CLOSE TIGHT YOUR EYES,
SANTA'S LITTLE REINDEERS WILL BE COMING FOR THEIR PIES.

SHUSH, NOW LITTLE BROTHER, PUT AWAY YOUR TOYS,
SANTA WILL HAVE PLENTY FOR ALL THE GIRLS AND BOYS.

SHUSH,  NOW ALL YOU CHILDREN, IT'S SNOWING  HARD OUTSIDE,
YOU NEED TO HEAR SANTA'S BELLS AS HE DRAWS UP CLOSE BYE. 

 
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WITH LOVE SELIGOR OF SELIGOR'S CASTLE
DOROTHY MILNES SIMM ©2009
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A wee trip down Seseme Street
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TO MARRY OR NOT TO MARRY
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A GIRL'S REVERIE

Mother says, "Be in no hurry, marriage often means care and worry."

Auntie says, with manner grave, "Wife is a synonym for slave."

Father asks, in tones commanding, "How does Bradstreet rate his standing?"

Sister, crooning to her twins, sighs, "With marriage care begins."

Grandma, near life's closing days, murmurs, "Sweet are girlhood's ways."

Maud twice widowed ("sod and grass") looks at me and moans "Alas!"



They are six and I am one, Life for me has just begun.
They are older, calmer, wiser; Age should aye be youth's adviser.

They must know - and yet, dear me, when in Harry's eyes I see
All the world of love there burning - on my six advisers turning,

I make answer, "Oh, but Harry is not like most men who marry.
Fate has offered me a prize, life with love means Paradise.

Life without it is not worth all the foolish joys of earth".
So, in spite of all they say, I shall name the wedding day.

A wonderfull little rhyme on what other than marriage by;
                Ella Wheeler Wilcox
from a wee book called poems of cheer, written prior to 1915.

A SMILE A DAY
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 LUPRACAUN
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Little Cowboy, what have you heard,
http://seligorscastle.zoomshare.com/files/3_blind_mice/elves_1_.bmpUp on the lonely rath's green mound?
Only the plaintive yellow bird
Sighing in surtry fields around,
Chary, chary, chary, chee-ee,
Only the grasshopper and the bee.
"Tip-tap, rip-rap,
Tick-a-tack-too!
Scarlet leather, sewn together ,
This will make a shoe.
Left, right, pull it tight;
Summer days are warm;
Underground in winter,
Laughing at the storm!"
Lay your ear close to the hill.
Do you catch the tiny clamour -
Busy clook of an elfin hammer,
Voice of the lupracaun singing shrill
As he merrily plies his trade?
He's a span,
And a quarter in height.
Get him in sight, hold him tight,
And you're a made man!.

You watch your cattle in the summer day,

Sup on potatoes, sleep in the hay;
How would you like to roll in your carriage
Look for a Duchess's daughter to marry?
Seize the shoemaker - then you may!
"Big boots a hunting,
Sandals in the hall,
White for a wedding feast,
Pink for a ball.
This way, that way,
So we make a shoe;
Getting rich every stitch,
Tick-tack-too!"
Nine-and-ninety treasure crocks
This miser fairy hath,
Hid in mountains, woods and rocks,
Ruin and round-tow'r, cave and rath,
Ruin and round-tow'r, care and wrath,
And where the comorants build
From times of old
Guarded by him;
Each of them fill'd
Full to the brim
With gold!
smile timeI caught him at work one day, myself,
In the castle-ditch where the foxgloves grow-
A wrinkled, wzened, and bearded elf,
Spectacles stuck on his pointed nose,
Silver buckles to his hose,
Leather apron - shoe in his lap -
"Rip-rap, tip-tap,
Tack -tack-too!
(A grig skipped upon my cap,
Away the moth flew).
Buskins for a fairy prince,
Brogues for his son -
Pay me well, pay me well,
When the job is done!"
The rogue was mine, beyond a doubt;
I stared at him; he stared at me;
"Servant, Sir!" "Humph," says he,
And pulled a snuff box out.
He took a long pinch, look'd better pleas'd,
The queer little Lupracaun;
Offer'd the box with a whimsical grace-
Pouff! he flung the dust in my face,
And while I sneezed,
Was gone!

Lupracaun by
William Allingham,
William Allingham was an Irish poet and civil servant. His father was a shipping merchant. The eldest of five children, his mother died when he was aged nine. Allingham married the watercolourist Helen Paterson in 1874.


Don't you think Eeyore is lovely?
A FEW LITTLE NONSENSE RHYMES  
FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD.

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I had a little boy and his name was Blue-Bell!
I gave him some work and he did it very well;
I sent him upstairs to pick up a pin,
He stepped into the coal scuttle up to his chin;
I sent him to the garden to get some sage,
He tumbled down and fell in a rage.


FIDDLE-DEE-DEE!


There once was a bird that lived up in a tree,
 And all he could whistle was Fiddle-dee-dee!
A very provoking, unmusical song
 For one to be whistling the summer day long!
Yet always contented and busy was he
 With that vocal recurrence of Fiddle-dee-dee!

Hard by lived a brave soldier of four,
That weird iteration annoyed him so sore;

"I pray'eth, Dear Mother Mine, fetch me my gun,
For, by our St. Didy, the deed must be done

That shall presently rid all creation and me
Of that ominous bird and his Fiddle-dee-dee!"

Then out came Dear Mother Mine, bringing her son

His awfully truculent little red gun;
The stock was of pine and the barrel of tin,
The "bang" it came out where the bullet went in:
The right kind of weapon, I think you'll agree,
For slaying all fowl that goes Fiddle-dee-dee!

The brave little soldier quoth never a word,
But he up and he drew a straight bead on that bird;
And while that vain creature provokingly sang
The gun went off with a terrible bang!
Then loud laughed the youth. "By my Bottle," cried he,
"I've put a quietness on that Fiddle-dee-dee!"

Don't you think Eeyore is lovely?Out came then Dear Mother Mine, saying; "My son,
R
ight well have you wrought with your little red gun!
Now after no evil at all need I fear
With such a brave soldier as You My Love here!"
She kissed the dear boy. The bird in the tree
continued to whistle his Fiddle-dee-dee!
By Eugene Field 





The Wonderful Mary Lamb, sister of Charles LambThis is Smile Time
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The Child and the Snake

Henry was every morning fed with a full mess of milk and bread.
One day the boy his breakfast took, and ate it by a purly brok.
His mother let him have his way, with free leave Henry every day
Thither repairs, until she heard him talking of a fine gray bird.
This pretty bird, he said, indeed, came every day with him to feed;
And it loved him and loved his milk,, and it was smooth and soft like silk.

On the next morn she follows Henry, and carefully she sees him carry
Through the long grass his heaped-mess. What was her horror and distress
When she saw the infant take his bread and milk close to a snake!
Upon the grass he spread his feast, and sits down by his frightful guest,
Who had waited for the treat; and now they both began to eat.

"Fond mother! shriek not, O beware the least small noise, O have a care.
The least small noise that may be made the wily snake will be afraid
If he hear the slightest sound, he will inflict th'envenomed wound."
...... She speaks not, moves not, scarce does not breathe,
As she stands the trees beneath.
No sound she utters; and she soon sees the child lift up his spoon,
And tap the snake upon the head, fearless of harm; and then he said,
As speaking to a familiar mate, "Keep on your own side, do, Gray pate!" (head)

The snake then to the other side, as one rebuked, seemed to glide;
And now again advancing nigh, again she hears the infant cry,
Tapping the snake, "keep farther, do; mind Gray Pate, what I say to you!"
The danger o'er! she sees the boy (O what a change from fear to joy!"
Rise and bid the snake "Goodbye." Says he, "Our breakfast's done, and I
Will come again tomorrow day;" Then, lightly tripping, ran away.

This little poem was written by the most wonderful
Mary Lamb, who together with Charles Lamb, wrote many, many works. Including a book of Shakespeares plays which they told the story of so that children could understand them. I have that book in my collection and may just put a couple of their stories further down, maybe in Rainbow Land, when I reach it.


Charles Lamb, brother of Mary LambCharles and Mary Lamb

Brother-and-sister writing team Charles and Mary Lamb interweave the words of Shakespeare with their own (some 200 years later in 1807) to bring 20 of his best plays to the young reader.
 They are more fully  enlivened with the early twentieth-century color illustrations of Gertrude Hammon


           Tales from Shakespeare
 by Charles and Mary Lamb, This is an early book , as you can see ; some lousy bookseller put a cross on it, thus spoiling the cover but not the inside. That is still wonderful. Seligor xxx
amb, Charles and Mary. 1878. Tales from Shakespeare
Thanks Andrew Roberts for waking me up. xx

 
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