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Sun, 16 Nov 2008
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 Just a couple of nice rhymes today, Diddilydeedot has been to her youngest Grand daughters Birthday Party, so she is a little tired. xxx
A FEW LITTLE NONSENSE RHYMES
FROM ALL OVER THE
WORLD.
 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 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 doneThat 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
quietus of Fiddle-dee-dee!"
Out came then
Dear Mother Mine, saying; "My son,
Right 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
Posted 16:52
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