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Mon, 16 Aug 2010
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 The Six Badgers, a new poem that the children of Fingles Wood had to learn by heart during the school holidays, for Irma and Eddy
SELIGOR'S CASTLE
Hello, it seems ages
since I was here in Fingles Wood with Irma and
Edna, but let's not waste to much time for I want to show
you a wonderful poem that Eddy has the childrem to
learn during the summer
holidays. I know
you'll enjoy it, it's about Badger's
Hoorah!!!
THE SIX
BADGERS
As I was
a-hoeing, a-hoeing my
lands
Six badgers came up with six wands in
their hands.
They made a ring round me and, bowing,
they said:
"Hurry home, Farmer George, for te table
is spread!
There's pie in the oven,, there's beef on
the plate:
Hurry home, Farmer George, if you would
not be late!"
So homeward I went, but could not
understand
Why six fine dog-badgers with white wands
in hand
Should seek me out hoeing and bow in a
ring
And all to inform me so common a
thing!
 By the late,
great Robert Ranke
Graves (24 July 1895
- 7 December 1985) was an
English
poet, translator and novelist.
During his long life he produced
more than 140 works. Graves' poems,
together with his
translations and innovative interpretations of the
Greek Myths, his
memoir of his early life, including his role in the
First World War, Good-bye to All That, and his
historical study of poetic inspiration, The
White Goddess, have
never been
out of print.
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