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John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
His name is my name, too!
Whenever we go out,
The people always shout
There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt!
Da da da da da da da
(Repeat verse again, more quietly,
but shout loudly on the "There goes John..." line)
(Then Repeat verse again, whispering,
but shout loudly on the "There goes John..." line)
Put Your Shoes On, Lucy
Put your shoes on, Lucy
Don't you know you're in the city?
Put your shoes on, Lucy
Don't you see it's such a pity
Lucy takes her shoes off
Wherever she goes
'Cause she loves to watch the wiggle
Of her ten little toes!
THE DREAM - CHILD'S INVITATION The one and only Alfred Noyes
Once upon a time!--Ah, now the light is burning dimly, Peterkin is here again : he wants another tale! Don't you hear him whispering - The wind is in the chimley, The ottoman's a treasure ship, we'll all set sail?
All set sail? No, the wind is very loud to-night : The darkness on the waters is much deeper than of yore. Yet I wonder--hark, he whispers--if the little streets are still as bright In old Japan, in old Japan, that happy haunted shore.
I wonder--hush, he whispers--if perhaps the world will wake again, When Christmas brings the stories back from where the skies are blue, Where clouds are scattering diamonds down on every cottage window-pane, And every boy's a fairy prince, and every tale is true.
There the sword Excalibur is thrust into the dragon's throat, Evil there is evil, black is black, and white is white : There the child triumphant hurls the villain spluttering into the moat; There the captured princess only waits the peerless knight.
Fairyland is gleaming there beyond the Sherwood Forest trees, There the City of the Clouds has anchored on the plain All her misty vistas and slumber-rosy palaces (Shall we not, ah, shall we not, wander there again?)
"Happy ever after" there, the lights of home a welcome fling Softly thro' the darkness as the star that shone of old, Softly over Bethlehem and o'er the little cradled King Whom the sages worshipped with their frankincense and gold.
Once upon a time--perhaps a hundred thousand years ago-- Whisper to me, Peterkin, I have forgotten when! Once upon a time there was a way, a way we used to know For stealing off at twilight from the weary ways of men.
Whisper it, O whisper it--the way, the way is all I need! All the heart and will are here and all the deep desire! Once upon a time--ah, now the light is drawing near indeed, I see the fairy faces flush to roses round the fire.
Once upon a time--the little lips are on my cheek again, Little fairy fingers clasped and clinging draw me nigh, Dreams, no more than dreams, but they unloose the weary prisoner's chain And lead him from his dungeon! "What's a thousand years?" they cry.
A thousand years, a thousand years, a little drifting dream ago, All of us were hunting with a band of merry men, The skies were blue, the boughs were green, the clouds were crisping isles of snow ... ... So Robin blew his bugle, and the Now became the Then.
SELIGOR'S CASTLE WITH THE"DREAM BABIES"
The Country Child
My home is a house Near a wood (I'd live in a street If I could!) The lanes are so quiet, Oh, dear! I do wish that someone Lived near.
There is no one to play with At all. The trees are so high And so tall: And I should be lonely For hours, Were it not for the birds And the flowers. I wish that I lived In a town - To see all the trams Going down
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Share BABIES OWN LOVE "WHO LOVES YOU BABY!" Who loves you baby as you sleep in the warm? Who loves you baby and keeps you from harm? Who keeps the Willow away from the door, And tends to the fire and sweeps up the floor?
Who tells you stories when you go to your bed? Who places kisses on your brow and your head? Who holds you close when the thunder doth call, And chases the sand man away from the hall?
I've a question, please, to ask you - oh,, I really must find out! I'm so worried that I scarcely know what I'm about. I'd always quite believed it, since I was very small, And now my new nurse tells me that it isn't true at all. Aren't there really any Fairies?
Mother often talks of them, and sometimes Daddy , too, But Nurse, who came last Saturday, says it's time I knew That fairies, gnomes, and pixies are only just pretence, She says I must learn proper things and use my common sense - I'd much rather think about the fairies!
But last night in the orchard, I found a fairy ring, It seemed that if I listened, I could hear the fairies sing, And the rustly whispery sound their countless feet make as they pass. Nurse saidthat it could only be a cricket in the grass, But I know it truly was the fairies.
This short poem was written by Katie Elthom, unfortunately I can't find out very much about her. But thank you Katie, I'm sure you are going to be remembered by many children in 2007
The New Duckling Share "I want to be new," said the duckling. "O ho!" said the wise old owl, While the guinea-hen cluttered off chuckling To tell all the rest of the fowl. "I should like a more elegant figure," That child of a duck went on. "I should like to grow bigger and bigger, Until I could swallow a swan.
I won't be the slave of a habit, I won't have these webs on my toes I want to run round like a rabbit, A rabbit as red as a rose.
I don't want to waddle like Mother, Or quack like my silly old Dad. I want to be utterly other, And frightfully modern and mad." "Do you know," said the turkey. "you're quacking! There's a fox creeping up through the rye; And, if you're not utterly lacking, You'll make for that duck pond. Good-bye!" "I wont," said the duckling. "I'll lift him A beautiful song, like a sheep, And when I have - as it were - biffed him, I'll give him my feathers to keep."
Now the curious end of this fable - So far as the rest ascertained, Though they searched from the barn to the stable - Was that only his feathers remained.
So he wasn't the slave to his habit, And he didn't have webs on his toes; And perhaps he runs round like a rabbit, A rabbit as red as a rose.
Best to be wise than foolish
by Alfred Noyes Taken from the book The Childrens Golden Treasure Book for 1937 absolutely wonderful don't you think?
If I knew the box where the smiles were kept, No matter how large the key Or strong the bolt, I would try so hard, 'Twould open, I know, for me; Then over the land and sea broadcast I'd scatter the smiles to play, That the children's faces might hold them fast For many and many a day. If I knew a box that was large enough To hold all the frowns I meet, I would gather them, every one, From nursery, school, and street; Then, folding and holding, I'd pack them in And turn the monster key, And hire a giant to drop the box To the depths of the deep, deep sea.
This was also an unknown author and is Taken from Laurel and Gold - 1958 2007 DMS
In a crack near a cupboard, with dainties provided, A certain young mouse with her mother resided; So securely they lived on that fortunate spot Any mouse in the land might have envied their lot.
But one day this young mouse, who was given to roam, Having made an excursion some way from her home, On a sudden return with such joy in her eyes That her grey, sedate parent expressed some surprise.
"Oh Mother!" said she, "the good folks of this house, I'm convinced, have not any ill-will to a mouse; And those tales can't be true which you always are telling, For they've been at the pains to contruct us a dwelling.
"The floor is of wood and the walls are of wires, Exactly the size that one's comfort requires; And I'm sure that we should there have nothing to fear If ten cats with their kittens at once should appear.
"And then they have made such nice holes in the wall, One could slip in and out with no trouble at all; But forcing one's way through such crannies as these Always gives one's poor ribs a most terrible squeeze. "But the best of all is they've provided us well With a large peice of cheese of most exquisite smell; 'Twas so nice I had put my head in to go through When I thought it my dity to come to fetch you." "Ah, child!" said her Mother, "believe, I entreat, Both the cage and the cheese are a horrible cheat. Do not think all that trouble they took for our good; They would catch us and kill us all there if they could,
As they've caught and killed scores; and I never could learn That a mouse who once entered did ever return!" Let the young people mind what the old people say, And when danger is near them keep out of the way.
Written some time ago by Jeffreys Taylor.
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MONDAY'S child is fair of face, TUESDAY'S child is full of grace, WEDNESDAY'S child is full of woe, THURSDAY'S child has far to go, FRIDAY'S child is loving and giving, SATURDAY'S child works hard for a living, And the child that is born on the SABBATH dayis bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
When the pools with ice are bound, When the snow is on the ground,
Then it is that we delight In a merry snowball fight.
Fast and free the snowballs fly; To and fro we gaily hei; Caring nought if balls of snow
Chance to fall on us or no.
But before the Snow comes HALLOWEEN AND BONFIRE NIGHT, Weeeeeeeeeee
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Share As Flowers in Rain Is it raining, little flower? Be Glad of the rain! Too much sun would wither thee; 'Twill shine again. The sky is very black, 'tis true; But just behind it shines the blue.
Art thou weary, tender heart? Be glad of pain! In sorrow sweetest things will grow, As flowers in rain. God watches; and thou wilt have sun, When clouds their perfect work have done.
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With Video's Made Especially For You By The WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL JORGEEMBON. Today He Has Given You Rhymes That I'm Sure You Will Know Already Though Maybe Not All Of Them. We Also Have A Few Spanish Language Rhymes, And Eevn If You Don't Know The Words You Will Be Able To Sing Along To The Tunes. I think my favourite Rhyme is Three Little Fishes, the grandchildren love this one, and love the fleeing sounds.