Seligor's Castle, fun for all the children of the world. Country Rhymes
Seligor's Castle, Fun for all the Children of the World. Country Rhymes
One of my fabulous friends on Facebook wrote this, I was so taken with it I asked could I place it on my sites, so here you are......
THE RAIN FORESTS
By William Fairfield
I love rainforests and am looking to get some prayer and sweet thoughts
going for them and so I wrote a poem.
Feel free to share or add thoughts
prayers or wishes for the forests :)
R ainforests are beautiful A nd many animals homes I want them to stay N ow and forever
F aeries love to play in them O ur mother earth's lungs R eleasing magic E verybody needs them S o say thanks to our forests T oday and always S ave the rainforests ♡
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There Were Three Jovial Welshmen,
There were three jovial Welshmen, As I have heard them say, And they would go a-hunting Upon St. David's day.
All the day they hunted, And nothing could they find But a ship a-sailing, A-sailing with the wind.
One said it was a ship; The other he said nay; The third said it was a house, With the chimney blown away.
And all the night they hunted, And nothing could they find But the moon a-gliding, A-gliding with the wind.
One said it was the moon; The other he said nay; The third said it was a cheese, And half o't cut away.
And all the day they hunted, And nothing could they find But a hedgehog in a bramble-bush, And that they left behind.
The first said it was a hedgehog; The second he said nay; The third it was a pin-cushion, And the pins stuck in wrong way.
And all the night they hunted, And nothing could they find But a hare in a turnip field, And that they left behind.
The first said it was a hare; The second he said nay; The third said it was a calf, And the cow had run away.
And all the day they hunted, And nothing could they find But an owl in a holly-tree, And that they left behind.
One said it was an owl; The other he said nay; The third said 'twas an old man, And his beard growing grey.
A VERY OLD FOLKSONG i FIRST FOUND ON AN OLD HOOTANANNY ALBUM THAT I BOUGHT WAY BACK IN THE EARLY SIXTIES. MY SON MICHAEL STILL HAS IT I DO BELIEVE, YET I NEVER REMEMBER GIVING IT TO HIM :)
This is almost the copy that was on Hootenanny but without Will Holt doing it.
Swedish-American singer William Clauson (born 1930) is still active
today as far as I know, and this is a recording from 1963 made by
"SweDisc" with him (accompanied by Gunnar Hahn's orchestra) singing and
telling us a hilarious story about three incredibly stupid huntsmen, all
sang with a incredibly stiff upper lip British accent, and this is a
reissue on the budget label "Interdisc" from probably the late 1960s. I
always find this song incredibly amusing.
Seligor's Castle, Fun for all the Children of the World. Country Rhymes
DO YOUR EARS HANG LOW
Do your ears hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot?
Can you tie them in a bow?
Can you throw them o'er your shoulder
Like a Continental Soldier?
Do your ears hang low?
Do your ears hang high?
Do they reach up to the sky?
Do they wrinkle when they're wet?
Do they straighten when they're dry?
Can you wave them at your neighbor
With an element of flavor?
Do your ears hang high?
Do your ears hang wide?
Do they flap from side to side?
Do they wave in the breeze
From the slightest little sneeze?
Can you soar above the nation
With a feeling of elevation?
Do your ears hang wide?
Do your ears fall off
When you give a great big cough?
Do they lie there on the ground
Or bounce up at every sound?
Can you stick them in your pocket
Just like Davy Crocket?
Do your ears fall off?
SELIGOR WOULD LIKE TO INVITE PETER WEATHERALL TO THE CASTLE TO ENTERTAIN YOU, as well as some of your favourite songs from around the world. XXX
SELIGOR'S CASTLE HAS A TALE ABOUT A GUINEA-PIG
By Stephen Southwold
Alas there isn't a picture for this tale, this one is on page 218.
Did you know that Guinea Pigs love to have a friend, then even like being in a group
A TALE OF A TAIL
"Why have guinea-pigs no tails?" I asked my pet guinea-pig.
"Don't you know that?" he replied; "listen and I'll tell you.
"Well," he began, "long, long. long ago, all guinea pigs had tails, and they all lived together, every one of them. They were the happiest creatures in the wide world until one day a great dragon came rushing and roaring down upon them and bellowed, 'I'm going to eat you all up.'
"Oh, please don't,' they all cried very piteously.'
"Well," said the great dragon, tell me a funny tale and I'll let you off for tonight."
Now one of the guinea pigs was a great teller of funny tales, and he told one of his best to the dragon, and when he heard it the dragon laughed with such a great breath that he blew the tops off seven mountains. And then he went off to his den to sleep."
" However the next morning he returned to where the guinea-pigs wereand vowed to eat them all up again, but the teller of tales told him another funny tales, and tis time his laughter blew seven stars down from the sky into the sea."
Now this went on for a long, long while, and each night the teller of talessaved the lives of himself and all the other guinea-pigs. But then tragedy the teller of tales died, and when the great dragon heard about it hesaid that he would have to eat them all up.."
But the wisest of all the guinea-pigs had a plan. "Look great dragon I know our tale teller has gone but we do have many tails, enough to last you all your life.
If we give them all to you will you go away and promise to leave us alone, for the dragon thought that the wise old guinea-pig had said TALES!, were in fact the wise old guinea-pig had said TAILS!
And with that the great dragon left and promised to come back in the morning. But much earlier before the dragon arrived the Wise old guinea-pig had removed from every guinea-pig, its tail. And when the great dragon arrived the wise guinea-pig showed him the heap of ninety-nine thousand, seven hundred and forty-six tails.
And the great dragon, who hadn't really a bad heart, thought it such a fine joke that this time the wind of his laughter blew the moon to the other side of the world, and it was a month before it could get back.
But the dragon kept his promise, and the guinea-pigs were left i peace, tail-less but very happy.
And from that day to this the guinea-pigs have never had a tail."
Another great tail, oops tale from the wonderful Stephen Southwold and his book of
"Forty More Tales."
Guinea pigsare one of the largest and longest lived (5-7 years) of the rodents...
SELIGOR'S CASTLE ...3 BLIND MICE.
I hear a mouse Bitterly complaining In a crack of moonlight Aslant on the floor-
'Little I ask And that little is not granted. There are few crumbs In this world any more. 'The breadbox is tin And I cannot get in.
'The jam's in a jar My teeth cannot mar.
'The cheese sits by itself On the pantry shelf. 'All night I run Searching and seeking, All night I run About on the floor. 'Moonlight is there And a bare place for dancing, But no little feast Is spread any more.'
Elizabeth Coatsworth(1893 - 1986) Born in America, she wrote many small verse about mice and cats and lots more.
Oh dear another cat, Seligors Castle presents along with the tail-less mice;
A BLACK QUARREL by M. Ernuin
A black rook sat on a cedar-tree, A black cat lay on the ground; 'Which is the blacker of you and me?' Said the rook, with raucous sound, "Caw - Caw!"
'I am jet from tail to paws, Your beak is a rusty grey : So are your ugly legs and claws' Said Puss, in her languid way. "Miaow ! "
'Black as a crow,' said the rook, 'Is a proverb all the same; You can read in a poet's book That crow is my other name. Caw - caw ! '
'I am the blackest,' Puss still said, And sprang at a sparrow close. 'Right!' said the rook, as he cocked his head, 'Your heart is as black as your nose.' 'Miaow!' 'Caw - caw!' 'Miaow !'
SELIGOR'S CASTLE AND MICE AND BOYS PRESENTS
CAT'S MEAT BY HAROLD MONRO
Ho, all you cats in all the street; Look out, it is the hour of meat:
The little barrow is crawling along, And the meat-boy growling his fleshy song.
Hurry, Ginger ! Hurry, White ! Don't delay to court of fight.
Wandering Tabby, vagrant Black,, Yamble from adventure back !
Slip across the shining street, Meat ! Meat ! Meat ! Meat !
Lift your tail and dip your feet ; Find your penny - Meat ! Meat !
Where's your mistress? Learn to purr : Pennies emanate from her.
Be to her, for she is Fate, Perfectly affectionate.
(You, domestic Pinkie-Nose, Keep inside and warm your toes.)
Flurry, flurry in the street - Meat ! Meat ! Meat ! Meat !
As you might already realised I have already put this poem on the same page as Shadwell, the Hairy Goblin.
But since then I found out quite a bit about Harold Monro that I thought was very interesting for you older kids.
Harold Edward Monro (March 14, 1879 - March 16, 1932) was a British poet, the proprietor of the Poetry Bookshop in London which helped many famous poets bring their work before the public.
Monro was born in Brussels, but his parents were Scottish. He was educated at Radley and at Caius College, Cambridge. His first collection of poetry was published in 1906. He founded a poetry magazine, The Poetry Review, which was to be very influential. In 1912, he founded the Poetry Bookshop in Bloomsbury, London,
publishing new collections at his own expense and rarely making a
profit, as well as providing a welcoming environment for readers and
poets alike. Several poets, including Wilfred Owen, actually lodged in the rooms above the bookshop. Monro was also closely involved with Edward Marsh in the publication of Georgian Poetry.
SELIGOR'S CASTLE OF MICE AND BOYS
Elephant Jaboo and Suzy Shrew.
Elephant Jaboo and little Suzy Shrew were the best of friends and it was the fervent wish of both of them that their companionship would never end.
Watching little Suzy climb up Jaboo's elongated snout to sit upon his head Oswald Owl had his doubts and winced to see young Suzy scamper inbetween great Jaboo's feet which, although they were quite graceful (for a full grown elephant) and always well manicured and neat, were, nevertheless, each six times wee Suzy's size and oft times did wise Oswald sigh and shake his round-eyed head to see the friends play 'Tag' or 'Chase' or 'Last man across the river today is dead!'
So perturbed was Oswald infact he commissioned the master-gnome of Zhish to have his workers construct a whistle whereby Suzy might make known her movements - an elegant thing of jade and sun-dried liana with such a beautiful sound that even monkeys grew still in contemplation of its tone, quite forgetting to jabber and murmur.
But alas, some forms of beauty quite excell their duty and Sydney Snake nursed a passionate
desire to possess that whistle til it expunged all sense from his brain and one day, he just couldn't help himself, he devoured Suzy Shrew, whistle and all then lay in a coma (he had a Diploma) for almost a week, digesting his excessive zeal and thinking how best to disguise
all evidence of his nefarious meal.
But it was no good - as soon as he spoke the whistle exploded and blew through the vile serpent's throat. Jaboo at once woke from his own grief and mope and guessing then at poor Suzy's fate he stamped on the snake til Sydney resembled a glittering, wafer-thin plate.
Jaboo never forgot his little friend Suzy and killed every snake that he saw.
As for Oswald, though the result of his well-intentioned intervention struck in his craw he kept the full nature of his involvement to himself, pretending the whistle was the Gnome King's idea (even owls are less than perfect).
In future he would keep his bright ideas to himself, he vowed.
And he kept his word. If ever you visit him in his tree cast your eye surreptitiously upward
- there they are, kept in a jar, upon a high and padlocked shelf whose intricate key
(fashioned by the Gnome King, no less) is buried in a secret place so elusive that often even wise Oswald himself quite forgets where it is, so that sometimes, when he has a bright idea he has to carry it around for days and days before he can imprison it.
Once a year Elephant Jaboo bakes a special cake to celebrate and remember little Suzy and even Oswald permits himself to eat a slice for Jaboo is an excellent cook and in such things even the wisest and most repentant of owls cannot always be choosy.
From the mind and pen of the wonderful Willowdown
"A Pound of tea at one and three, And a pot of raspberry jam, Two new laid eggs, a dozen pegs, And a pound of rashers of ham."
I'll say it over all the way, And then I'm sure not to forget, For if I chance to bring things wrong, My mother gets in such a pet.
"A pound of tea at one and three, And a pot of raspberry jam, Two new laid eggs, a dozen pegs, And a pound of rashers of ham."
There in the hay the children play - They're having such jolly fun; I'll go there, too, that's what I'll do, As soon as my errands are done.
"A pound of tea at one and three, A pot of - er - new laid jam! Two raspberry eggs, with a dozen pegs, And a pound of rashers of ham."
Now here's the shop, outside I'll stop, And run through my orders again; I haven't forgot - no, ne'er a jot - It shows I'm pretty cute, that's plain.
"A pound of three at one and tea, A dozen of raspberry ham A pot of eggs, with a dozen pegs, And a rasher of new laid jam." Excellent, I wonder how many of us did that when we were little?....
THERAINBOW, I think most of us know what arainbow is, if not we shall find out later. But does anyone know where the "Rainbow Ends"
Well if you listen to the
scientists they will tell you that the
rainbow that we see in the sky, is made by tiny
particles of water
trapped in the atmosphere, which, when the sunlight shines through
them, creates the shape of a bow across the
Of Little Mice and Big Boys Here are what the mice and boys do by the Elephant Tree
The Elephant Tree
Have you ever heard of the Elephant Tree?
'Tis a marvel of great renown.
It grows in the woods - where the pixies play -
Near the edge of an Unknown Town.
The hippos sit on toadstools there,
And the frogs can sing and dance,
And if you let them they'll play with you
Whenever they get the chance.
Little Tommy Tucker Little Tom Tucker, Sang for his supper, What did he sing for? Why, brown bread and butter, How can he cut it without a knife? How shall he marry without a wife?
Tom, Tom the Piper's son, Stole a pig, and away he run. The pig was eat, and Tom was beat And Tom went howling down the street.
But I wonder if any of you know this other rhyme about Tom, the one who learned to play the pipe just like his father used to do.
Young Tom he was a Piper's son, He learned to play when he was young. But the only tune that he could play, Was "Over the Hills and Far away."
Over the hills and far away, Over the hills at the break of day Over the hills and a long way off, The wind will blow your top knot off."
Now Tom with his pipe, played with such a skill, That those who heard him, could ne'er keep still. They tapped their toes and began to dance, Even the children with bare feet did prance.
Over the hills and far away.....etc
As Diddily was milking of her cow one day, Young Tom took his pipe and began to play; They danced and danced to "The Cheshire Round," And the pail with the milk was spilt on the ground. Over the hills and far away,.....etc.
He met Dame Trot with a bag of eggs. He played his pipe, she used her legs. She jigged up and down, 'til the eggs all broke, Naughty young Tom thought it all a joke. Over the hills and far away, Over the hills till the break of day. Over the hills and a long way off, The wind will blow your top knot off.
But over the hills young Tom did go, Playing his pipe, he just couldn't let go. He played from morn 'til the break of day, "Over the Hills and far away." Over the hills and far away,.....etc
Diddily Dee Dot's version of a very old Nursery Rhyme. 2008
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Little Tommy Tittlemouse
Little Tommy Tittlemouse, Lived in a little house, He caught fishes In other men's ditches
Sara Sage has a Travelling Garden, Have You Been There Yet?
Midi: Miss Molly's
Miss Molly's Dolly
Miss Molly had a dolly
Who was sick, sick, sick! So she called for the doctor To be quick, quick, quick.
The doctor came
With his bag and hat, And he knocked on the door With a rat-a-tat-tat.
He looked at the dolly
And he shook his head, And he said, "Miss Molly, Put her straight to bed!" He wrote on a paper For a pill, pill, pill;
"I'll be back in the morning With my bill, bill, bill."
SHADOWS When mother has kissed me amd tucked me in bed, and switched off the nursery light I have my wee lamp that stands by my side and watches me through the night. Then I put out my hands, and across on the wall are the pictures my fingers can make; I watch all the funniest shadow of things, for as long as my eyes keep awake.
O shadows that dance on my nursery wall, Where do you come from and where do you go? All through the night when I'm snuggly asleep are you still flickering there, to and fro? Grey shadows that dance in my room every night, where do you go all the time it is light?
When I hold my hands close to the lamp the shadows fill up the whole wall; But drawing them back, far away from the light, makes the pictures go little and small. I can make a dog barking, a cat and a cow, A rabbit a cock and a cup . . . And the next thing I know, all the shadows have gone, Cos it's day by the time I wake up.
O shadows that dance on my nursery wall, where do you come from, and where do you go? All through the night when I'm soundly asleep, Are you still flickering there, to and fro? Grey shadows that play in my room every night, Where do you live all the time it is light.
always wise to check through all the video clips in the Menu for
sometimes the odd strange one can get through and you mightn't want
your littlest ones to see it. The same applies to all video links
really. What amuses some cultures does not always amuse others. Below there are many new rhymes that Diddily has made for you , have fun reading them.
If I had Three Wishes
If I had three wishes then they would be, A wish for you and a wish for me. The other would be for this earth so wide, To live in peace, let love abide. In every corner that there may be, A world that's full of harmony.
Amy, Annie, Jason and John Went to the seaside to see cousin Tom. Amy took biscuits her mother had made, Annie took lemonade she kept in the shade.
Jason remembered the towels and cream, John found a crab and made the girls scream. They sailed in a dingy and swam in the sea, Caught many fishes, well, tiddlers three Amy felt tired and slept neath the dunes, Jason and Annie sang so many tunes.
Tom and John collected some shells, they bought an icecream at the sound of the bells. But the day soon had ended and it was time to leave Tom, Tired and sandy they went back to the prom.
Packed were their bathers, their bucket and spade, The smell of saltwater had started to fade.
In the Charabanc they went home, driven by Don, Did sleepy Annie and Amy and Jason and John.
Hello there Mr Policeman "Bless you" for your sneeze. Hello again Mrs Postman Any letters for me please? Hello there Mr Butcherr I'll have some sausages today? Good morning Mrs Williams Is Johnny coming out to play?
Good morning Mr Milkman Can we have some milk and cheese? Well good morning Mr Thomas Some apples if you please, And some carrots for my rabbit also turnips for my Dad but I wont have any sprouts today They make me feel quite bad?
Good day there Mr Roberts Did you catch some fish, I say! Did you catch that Carp alone sir Or have you got some other! Good afternoon dear Grandma Look what I have for your supper A nice big plaice here just for you And these sausages, there quite super.
G is a Googlenok, a Ghost and a Geek H is for Honey on toast through the week
I for an Icicle, an Imp or Igloo J for a Jelly-baby wanting the loo. K is a King and L is his Lady M is a Monkey, like Charlie and Sadie N is the Night and Owl is the O P are the Penguins that have far to go
Q is Queen Pepper of Peppercorn Green
R is the Rosiest Rose ever seen S is a Spider, T, Tulips Tear
U the last Unicorn, lost, full of fear V is a vixen, a cute fox mummy W a Walrus, with a big, fat tummy
X, is a kiss that we write on a page Y is a young child, without any age
and Z could be Zero, or Zebra, or Zone
What ever it stands for, it's the end, lets go home.