Seligor's Castle, fun for all the children of the world. Ring-O-Roses
SELIGOR'S CASTLE PRESENTS
BROWN EGGS
I like brown eggs far the best;
Out of a brown old haystack nest,
Under a brown hen, cosy, stout,
With brown fowls hovering round about.
Long ago, so I've been told,
A goose laid eggs of purest gold.
(Eggs of gold in a gold in a golden shell
Mean none to eat, and all to sell !)
Eggs of gold would build a town,
Eggs of gold would buy a crown,
Buy a crown and make a king,
And grant his lady anything !
I have brown eggs for my tea,
Served in an egg-cup bought for me !
So keep your gold and all the rest,
I like brown eggs far the best !
by Elizabeth Fleming
SELIGOR'S CASTLE PRESENTS Here is a little tale from the Russian Vinnie Puuf.
RING A RING A ROSES Ring a ring a roses, a pocket full of posies, Atichoo.... Atichoo.... We all fall down.
Cows in the meadow, eating buttercups, Atichoo.... Atichoo... We all jump up..
Horses in the paddock, run for their might, Atichoo... Atichooo... Jump with fright.
Children in bed, whisper do not speak, Atichoo... Atichooo... Lie down to asleep.
Millions of massive raindrops have fallen on the ground; They have danced on the house-tops, they have hidden in the ground. They were liquid-like musicians, with anything for keys, Beating tunes upon the windows, keeping time upon the trees.
You shall have an apple, I shall have a plum, You shall have a rattle-basket, When your dad comes home.
A man in the wilderness asked of me How many strawberries grew in the sea. I answered him as I thought good: As many red herrings grow in the wood.
See-saw, sacaradown, Which is the way to London Town? One foot up, and one foot down, That is the way to London Town.
King Pippin built a fine new hall Pastry and pie-crust were the wall; Windows made of black pudding and white Slates were pancakes - you ne'er saw the like.
When little Fred was called to bed he always acted right; He kissed Mamma, and then Papa, and wished them both good-night. He made no noise, like naughty boys, but gently went upstairs Directly when he was sent, and always said his prayes;
These video's concern animals behaviour, always check to see if you feel they are okay for your children age.
This is a little different, but very interesting. DODIE, SELIGOR AND DIDDILY AND THE DEE DOT'S . HIP - HIP - HOORAY!
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow--
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes goes so little that there's none of him at all.
He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close behind me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
FLY A KITE
I often sit and wish that I Could be a kite up in the sky, And ride upon the breeze, and go Whatever way it chanced to blow; Then I could look beyond the town, And see the river winding down, And follow all the ships that sail, Like me, before the merry gale, Until at last with them I came To some place with a foreign name
William Blake wrote this little cradle song. It is rather beautiful, don't you think ?
SLEEP, BEAUTY BRIGHT
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming in the joys of night; Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace Secret joys and secret smiles, Pretty little infant wiles.
As the softest limbs I feel, Smiles as of the morning steal O'er thy cheek and o'er thy breast Where thy little heart doth rest.
Oh, thy cunning wiles that creep In thy little heart asleep ! When the little heart doeth wake Then the dreadful light shall break.
THE MAN IN THE MOON by Edith E Millard 1832 - 1891 The Man in the Moon is a friend of mine, He comes when the stars begin to shine: I fancy he lights them, one by one, And never rests till his work is done.
Sometimes I do not see him at all, And I think, most likely, he has to call And shout for the stars that would rather try To play hide and seek in the big blue skies.
The other night, to my great surprise, The Man in the Moon had tears in his eyes; He looked so sad and his mouth drooped down, And he gave me the most tremendous frown! "Poor Man in the Moon, I am sorry!" I said, "Have you lost some stars?" but he shook his head; He could not tell me what was amiss, So I waved my hand and threw him a kiss.
For more than a week there was rain or snow, And the wind was very angry- I heard it blow; But the Man in the Moon I could not see, The dark clouds hid him away from me.
Last night he peeped through the window pane, I declare I hardly knew him again! I tried to sketch him for Nurse to see, A jollier face there never could be. His eyes were smiling at me like this, And all because I threw him a kiss!
A wonderful poem about the wonderful Man in the Moon by Edith E Millard. Edith
E. MILLARD was born on 23 Nov 1832 in Hamilton, Butler County, Ohio. She
died on 25 Feb 1891 in Osceola, Iowa. Parents: John
MILLARD Jr. and Sarah (Sallie) HALL.
She was
married to Elijah Phillip GIBSON on 16 Mar 1854 in
Marietta, Ohio. Children were: Daniel Millard GIBSON
, Sallie M. GIBSON, Edith E. GIBSON, Harriet Isabel GIBSON.
LITTLE VERSES FOR VERY LITTLE PEOPLE
Hey diddle, dinkety, poppety, pet The merchants of London they wear scarlet; Silk in the collar and gold in the hem, So merrily march the merchantmen.
Little Robin Redbreast Sat upon a rail; Niddle naddle went his head Wiggle waggle went his tail.
Once I saw a little bird come hop, hop, hop; And I cried, Little bird, will you stop, stop, stop? I was going to the window to say "How do you do?" But she shook her little tail, and away she flew.
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cherry tree, Catch a bird and give it me; Let the tree be high or low, Let it hail or rail or snow.
Oats and beans and barley grow For you and me, as all of us know. Thus the farmer sows his seeds, Thus he stands and takes his ease; Stamps his foot and slaps his hand, And turns him round to view his land.
If Candlemas Day be bright and fair Winter will have another flight If on Candlemas Day be shower and rain Winter is gone and will not come again.
There was an old woman sat spinning, And that's th first beginning; She had a calf, and that's half; She took it by the tail and threw it over the wall, And that's all.
Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy and Bess They all went together to seek a birds nest; They found a birds nest with five eggs in; They all took one and left four in. (ps. the little girls were the same one little girl called Elizabeth)
A, B, C, and D, pray, playmates, agree. E, F, and G, well, so it shall be. K, J, and L, in peace we will dwell. M, N, and O, to play let us go. P, Q, R, and S, love may we possess. W, X, and Y, will not quarrel or die. X and Ampersand go to school at command.
Little Betty Blue, lost a holiday shoe; What can little Betty Do? Give her another, to match the other, And then she may walk out in two.
Ride, baby ride! pretty baby shall ride, And have a little puppy dog tied to her side, And a little pussy cat tied to the other, And always she shall ride to see her grand mother.
Oh rare Harry Parry, when will you marry? When apples and pears are ripe. I'll come to your wedding without any bidding, And dance and sing all the night
Tommy Trot a man of law, Sold his bed and lay upon straw; Sold the straw and slept on grass, To buy his wife a looking glass
One, two, three I love coffee, Billy loves tea, how good you be. One, two three, I love coffee and Billy loves tea.
If I had some money I'd buy a clown; If I had a horse I'd ride to town; If I had a ship I'd Westward Ho, And if I was sick I wouldn't go.
Pit, pat well a day Little Robin flew away; Where can little Robin be? Gone into the cherry tree.
Hushabye, babby, lie still with thy daddy, Thy mammy has gone to the mill To get some wheat, to make some meal, So pray, my dear babby, lie still.
If you are to be a gentleman, As I suppose you be, You'll neither laugh nor smile For a tickling of the knee.
Peter White will ne'er go right; Would you know the reason why? He follows his nose wherever he goes, And that stands all awry.
I have a little husband and he is two feet four; So he can reach the knocker, and ring at our front door. But when we want our dinner he must take it down himself;
It's really very awkward when a wife can't reach the shelf. Perhaps I shall grow bigger but this I surely know: I cannot love him dearer if I grow, and grow, and grow!
Hush baby, my dolly, I pray you don't cry, And I'll give you some bread and some milk by and by: Or perhaps you like custard, or maybe a tart? Then to either you're welcom, with all my heart.
I often sit and wish that I could be a kite up in the sky, And ride upon the breeze, and go whatever way it chanced to blow; Then I could look beyond the town, and see the river winding down, follow all the ships that sail,Like me, before the merry gale, Until at last with them I came to some place with a foreign name.
Welcome to the MP3 player, where you might be able to find some songs and rhymes for the Children Share
Cock-a-doodle-doo! My dame has lost her shoe; My master's lost his fiddling-stick, And don't know what to do.
Cock-a-doodle-doo! What is my dame to do? Till master finds his fiddling-stick, She'll dance without her shoe.
Cock-a-doodle-doo! My dame has lost her shoe, And master's found his fiddling-stick; Sing doodle-doodle-doo!
I Love Little Pussy
I love little pussy, her coat is so warm,
And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;
I won't pull her tail, nor drive her away,
But pussy and I together will play.
Old King Cole
Old King Cole
Was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he. He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Now every fiddler, had a fine fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he.
Twee, tweedle, dee, Tweedle, dee, dee, Went the fiddlers three, There's none so rare, that can compare with King Cole and his Fiddlers three.
Oh there's none so rare That can compare, With King Cole and his fiddlers three.
One, two, three, four, five, Once I caught a fish alive.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let him go again.
Why did you let him go, Because he bit my finger so
Which finger did it bite,
This little finger on my right.
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THE VERY YOUNG
The very young need special RHYMES. Special LOVE, Special times. This page must be simple, PRETTY, bright. It must be canny and witty, full of Delight. The very YOUNG sits on MUMMY's lap, DADDY's knee, or in sisters arms, The very young hears the GENTLE VOICE, The TINKLING LAUGH, The Elders CHARMS. The very young need special Rhymes, Special LOVE, Special TIMES.
These lovely little rhymes are really nice for "The Very Young" Share
1. It is
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. xxx
PORRIDGE Share I don't like porridge, Skinny and brown; Waiting for breakfast, When I com down - Whatever happens, However late, Porridge is always Sure to wait!
Nobody steals it, They clear the dish Of eggs and bacon, Or cheese, or fish; They eat the butter, And take the tea, And all the good things Meant for me.
BUT Whatever happens, However late, Porridge is always Sure to wait!
I believe this poem to be written by Elizabeth Fleming in the Children's Companion circa 1920's
If you have any ideas do leave a message for me at dottido@hotmail.com
ROCK-A-BYE BABY
Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top!
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall;
Down will come baby, bough, cradle and all.
Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;
Father's a nobleman, Mother's a queen;
Sister's a lady, who wears a gold ring; And Brother's a drummer, who plays for the king.
Hush-a-bye, baby, way up on high;
Never mind, baby, Mommy is nigh; Swinging the baby all around --
Hush-a-bye, baby, up hill and down.
Rain rain go away, Come again another day Hide your clouds let out the sun Slow the wind, till daylights done. Rain, rain go away, we all want to play today. When we all are fast asleep Across the night sky, you can creep
Round and Round the Garden Like a Teddy Bear One Step Two Step Here's comes Pooh the Bear Round and Round the Garden Like a Little Frog One Jump Two Jump Oops! he fell off his log Round and Round the Garden Like a Honey Bee One Sting Two Sting To many stings for me
Round and round the garden Now it's time for bed One nod, Two nods Shake your pretty head
Dottido 2007
This Little Piggy went to Market This little piggy went to market
This little piggy stayed at home This little piggy had roast beef
This little piggy had none
This little piggy went wee, wee, wee, wee, wee,wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee all the way home.
Bath Time for Baby
A rubber duck and a sailboat; I watch my bath toys sink and float.
They keep me company in the tub Til Mommy makes me soap and scrub.
I love to take a bath each night, And go to bed all clean and bright.
Beating tunes upon the windows, keeping time upon the trees.
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I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, 
