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Sun, 16 Nov 2008
Just a couple of nice rhymes today, Diddilydeedot has been to her youngest Grand daughters Birthday Party, so she is a little tired. xxx

Don't you think Eeyore is lovely?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.


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;
Fiddle-dee-dee! fiddle-dee-dee!
"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
only a water pistol my darlings. Diddilydeedot
doesn't like real guns.
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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