Seligor's Castle, fun for all the children of the world.
Wed, 23 Sep 2009
Here we are again, happy as can be, all good friends and more "Struwwelpeter," here for tea.|
Now first I must apologise for all
this time without a blog, sorry.
I have been
very busy the last two weeks doing this and that.
But I hadn't forgot any of you, in fact I
rather missed you all.
So here is another
Struwwelpeter to make up for
The Dreadful Story of Harriet and the
makes me cry to tell
What foolish Harriet befell.
Mamma and Nurse went out one day
And left her all alone at play.
Now, on the table close at hand,
A box of matches chanced to stand;
And kind Mamma and Nurse had told her,
That, if she touched them, they would scold her.
But Harriet said: "Oh, what a pity!
For, when they burn, it is so pretty;
They crackle so, and spit, and flame:
Mamma, too, often does the same."
The pussy-cats heard
And they began to hiss,
And stretch their claws,
And raise their paws;
"Me-ow," they said, "me-ow, me-o,
You'll burn to death, if you do
But Harriet would not take advice:
She lit a match, it was so nice!
It crackled so, it burned so clear
Exactly like the picture here.
She jumped for joy and ran about
And was too pleased to put it
The Pussy-cats saw this
And said: "Oh, naughty, naughty
And stretched their claws,
And raised their paws:
"'Tis very, very wrong, you know,
Me-ow, me-o, me-ow, me-o,
You will be burnt, if you do so."
And see! oh, what dreadful thing!
The fire has caught her apron-string;
Her apron burns, her arms, her hair
She burns all over everywhere.
Then how the
pussy-cats did mew
What else, poor pussies, could they do?
They screamed for help, 'twas all in vain!
So then they said: "We'll scream again;
Make haste, make haste, me-ow, me-o,
She'll burn to death; we told her
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