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Sun, 21 Jun 2015
A is for Archer, but who is B for

Children's HourCHILDREN’S HOUR
with Diddilydeedot

 I do love alphabets they bring out the artist in me. I can’t draw but I can find images and hopefully latch them to the rhyme or poem. This specific one has no name other than
A was an Archer.

It was written around circa 1700, by whom we shall probably never know. It is in quite a few books but I took this from the Oxford Book of Children’s Verse, which is a must buy for all children who love verse both long and short. An ideal Birthday or Christmas Present or better still a Graduation to Junior, Middle of Senior Gift.

A was an Archer, and shot at a frog,Frog I hope would jump away.
B was a Blindman, and led by a dog.This Dog is asleep in his Kennel
C
was a Cutpurse, and lived in disgrace,A Cutpurse is an old fashioned word for a pickpocket.
D was a Drunkard, and had a red face.
The Illman was not very nice
E was an Eater, a glutton was he,
F was a Fighter, and fought with a flea.
G was a Giant, and pulled down a house,
H was a Hunter, and hunted a mouse.
A Stag is a very Noble Animal
I was an Ill man, and hated by all,Jump, did you notice there is no letter JPoor little Mouse
K was a Knave, and he robbed great and small.
L was a Liar, and told many lies,
M was a Madman, and beat out his eyes.A Noble Man has a title.
N was a Nobleman, nobly born,
O was an Ostler, and stole horses’ corn.An Ostler was someone who looked after the travellers horse for the Inn keeper
P was a Pedlar, and sold many pins,Ostler's look after the horses in an Inn
Q was a Quarreller, and broke both his shins.

R was a Rogue, and ran about town,
S was a Sailor, a man of renown.A Sailor on the sea
T was a Tailer, and lavishly bent,Pedlars are still around today, they used to sell pretty ribbonsKing Louis X, was nicknamed the Quarreller
U was a Usurer, took ten per cent.
W was a Writer, and money he earned,
X was one Xenophon, prudent and learn’d.
Y was a Yeoman, and worked for his bread,The Great Zeno was a Magician and PhilosopherThe Yeoman of the Guard
Z was one Zeno the Great, A Usurer was a money lender or Loan Sharkbut he’s dead.



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Mon, 07 Jul 2014
A RHYME FOR LITTLE FOLK, AND BRODY LEIGH XXX From Diddily
Ten little fingersDIDDILYDEEDOT'S DREAM - LAND
Welcome to Dream-land, do stay a while and have some fun

Read some stories, sing some songs
Laugh at the jokes and clap your hands,
Dance to the music, stamp your feet,
There's no place quite like Diddily's 

A RHYME FOR LITTLE FOLK

Oh, I'll tell you a story that nobody knows,
Of ten little fingers and ten little toes,
Of two pretty eyes and one little nose,
And where they all went one day.

Oh, the little round nose smelled something sweet,
So sweet it must surely be nice to eat,
And patter away went the two little feet
Out of the room one day.

Ten little toes climbed up on a chair,
Two eyes peeped over a big shelf where
Lay a lovely cake, all frosted and fair,
Made by mamma that day.

The mouth grew round and the eyes grew big
At taste of the sugar, the spice, and the fig,
And ten little fingers went dig, dig, dig,
Into the cake that day.

And when mamma kissed a curly head,
cuddling it cosily up in bed;
"I wonder was there a mouse," she said,
"Out on the shelf today?"

"Oh, mamma, yes," and a laugh of glee
Like fairy bells rang merrily -
"But the little bit of mouse was me,
Out on the shelf today !"

Remembered by Dorothy Milnes-Simm



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Tue, 04 Feb 2014
How the Robin got his Red Breast

                                 Why the Robin Has a Red Breast? Polar bear


This legend comes from the Inuit people and it tells us of how the Robin got his redbreast.

It is one of many Robin legends  told throughout this huge world of ours. Most of them have the same theme and only the places and sometimes the animals in them are told differently. I hope you enjoy this one.



                  Far, far away in a land where the snow stays on the ground most if not all of the year, where the

people used to build their homes of snow which they called Igloo's. The people hunted for their food and furs to make clothes to keep them warm throughout the coldest days. Unlike ourselves today they couldn't pop down the the shops to by a warm coat or trousers, everything they had usually came from the land itself.  But the most important thing of all was Fire, not only to keep them warm and to cook their food on but also to keep away stray animals who might fancy a hunter or his son for their supper.

           The story begins with a father and son who live in this cold land and although there were many things they had to do during the day and evening the one thing that they had to do more than any other was, yep you've guessed it,  KEEP THE FIRE ALIGHT.
“Remember son never let the fire die” his father said, "always, always make sure that there is plenty of wood to keep the fire burning", and of course whenever his father went hunting he always made sure to leave a great pile of wood for his son.

          Now there was a great white bear, who didn’t like the father at all, he knew the man was a hunter and

Robin in Snowfall Stock Image

that one day it could be him that was being hunted, but he also knew how important the fire was to the hunter and his son and he planned to put the fire out at the first opportunaty that he got and the cold would do the rest, he only had to wait for the right time when the family were sleeping.

       One day, the boys father fell ill. He wasn’t able to go hunting or to take turns with his son to keep the fire alight. The boy tried staying awake for as long as he could. Several days passed and the white bear knew that this was the time he'd been waiting for.
As hard as he tried the boy began to get weary and one night he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer and he fell asleep. It was now that the white bear saw his chance.
Carefully and quietly he approached the fire and stomped on it with his paws till the fire was gone.
“Now will see how you make your meat without fire” said angry bear and left, and without a fire it was getting cold very fast. Frost was started to gather around boy’s bed. But alas he was so tired that even coldness wasn’t bothering him. He fell into a deep, deep sleep.

         Unbeknown to the great white bear however the boy had a special friend whom he used to chat too and feed whilst his father was out hunting and it was this special friend who watched as the bear put out the fire and he knew it was up to him to try and help his friend..  The bird got there just in time, he scratched with his tiny claws among the ashes looking for a spark that would rekindle the fire.
“Ah, here it is” said the bird excitedly and started fanning the sparks with his wings as quickly as he could to bring the fire to life again.
The bird flapped so much that the fire began to spread from one stick to another. So hard was he flapping that he didn't notice that the fire was scorching the feathers on his chest.More and more sticks caught alight and the bird his work done flew away into the trees, hurting from the burns to his chest he sat their patiently waiting for the boy to awake.
He didn't have to wait long for the boy awoke and noticing that the fire was burning down piled on sticks and soon the fire was burning fiercely, not only that but his he saw his father stirring in his bed and quickly put on the kettle so that he could make him a cup of tea and even a piece of toast covered in dripping, that should soon make his dad better.
In the distance the white bear noticed what the boy was doing and was cursing the little bird that helped him. He decided to pack his case and move to a different part of the land.

Robin Redbreast

      The hunter got better, his young son was happy that his dad  was better and that was it, the end of the story......  but is it? No I don't think so. What about the little brown bird who when he flew down to the snow house surprised the boy by showing him his red breast. Through time he began to get called redbreast, someone added the name Robin and from that day he is always referred to as Robin of the Red Breast or to you and me ~ Robin Redbreast.

As told by Dorothy Milnes-Simm 2014

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Fri, 13 Sep 2013
The Dragons Tale
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OLD TALES OF OLD DRAGONS

The Dragon And His Grandmother 

There was once a great war, and the King had a great many soldiers, but he gave them so little pay that they could not live upon it. Then three of them took counsel together and determined to desert.

One of them said to the others, 'If we are caught, we shall be hanged on the gallows; how shall we set about it?' The other said, 'Do you see that large cornfield there? If we were to hide ourselves in that, no one could find us. The army cannot come into it, and to-morrow it is to march on.'

They crept into the corn, but the army did not march on, but remained encamped close around them. They sat for two days and two nights in the corn, and grew so hungry that they nearly died; but if they were to venture out, it was certain death.

They said at last, 'What use was it our deserting? We must perish here miserably.'

Whilst they were speaking a fiery dragon came flying through the air. It hovered near them, and asked why they were hidden there.

They answered, 'We are three soldiers, and have deserted because our pay was so small. Now if we remain here we shall die of hunger, and if we move out we shall be strung up on the gallows.'

'If you will serve me for seven years,' said the dragon, I will lead you through the midst of the army so that no one shall catch you.' 'We have no choice, and must take your offer,' said they. Then the dragon seized them in his claws, took them through the air over the army, and set them down on the earth a long way from it.

He gave them a little whip, saying, 'Whip and slash with this, and as much money as you want will jump up before you. You can then live as great lords, keep horses, and drive about in carriages. But after seven years you are mine.' Then he put a book before them, which he made all three of them sign. 'I will then give you a riddle,' he said; 'if you guess it, you shall be free and out of my power.' The dragon then flew away, and they journeyed on with their little whip. They had as much money as they wanted, wore grand clothes, and made their way into the world. Wherever they went they lived in merrymaking and splendour, drove about with horses and carriages, ate and drank, but did nothing wrong.

The time passed quickly away, and when the seven years were nearly ended two of them grew terribly anxious and frightened, but the third made light of it, saying, 'Don't be afraid, brothers, I wasn't born yesterday; I will guess the riddle.'

They went into a field, sat down, and the two pulled long faces. An old woman passed by, and asked them why they were so sad.

'Alas! what have you to do with it? You cannot help us.' 'Who knows?' she answered. 'Only confide your trouble in me.'

Then they told her that they had become the servants of the Dragon for seven long years, and how he had given them money as plentifully as blackberries; but as they had signed their names they were his, unless when the seven years had passed they could guess a riddle. The old woman said, 'If you would help yourselves, one of you must go into the wood, and there he will come upon a tumble-down building of rocks which looks like a little house. He must go in, and there he will find help.'

The two melancholy ones thought, 'That won't save us!' and they remained where they were. But the third and merry one jumped up and went into the wood till he found the rock hut. In the hut sat a very old woman, who was the Dragon's grandmother. She asked him how he came, and what was his business there. He told her all that happened, and because she was pleased with him she took compassion on him, and said she would help him.

She lifted up a large stone which lay over the cellar, saying,

'Hide yourself there; you can hear all that is spoken in this room. Only sit still and don't stir. When the Dragon comes, I will ask him what the riddle is, for he tells me everything; then listen carefully what he answers.'

At midnight the Dragon flew in, and asked for his supper. His grandmother laid the table, and brought out food and drink till he was satisfied, and they ate and drank together. Then in the course of the conversation she asked him what he had done in the day, and how many souls he had conquered.

'I haven't had much luck to-day,' he said, 'but I have a tight hold on three soldiers.'

'Indeed! three soldiers!' said she. 'Who cannot escape you?'

'They are mine,' answered the Dragon scornfully, 'for I shall only give them one riddle which they will never be able to guess.'

'What sort of a riddle is it?' she asked.

'I will tell you this. In the North Sea lies a dead sea-cat-- that shall be their roast meat; and the rib of a whale--that shall be their silver spoon; and the hollow foot of a dead horse--that shall be their wineglass.'

When the Dragon had gone to bed, his old grandmother pulled up the stone and let out the soldier.

'Did you pay attention to everything?'

'Yes,' he replied, 'I know enough, and can help myself splendidly.'

Then he went by another way through the window secretly, and in all haste back to his comrades. He told them how the Dragon had been outwitted by his grandmother, and how he had heard from his own lips the answer to the riddle.

Then they were all delighted and in high spirits, took out their whip, and cracked so much money that it came jumping up from the ground. When the seven years had quite gone, the Fiend came with his book, and, pointing at the signatures, said, 'I will take you underground with me; you shall have a meal there. If you can tell me what you will get for your roast meat, you shall be free, and shall also keep the whip.'

Then said the first soldier, 'In the North Sea lies a dead sea- cat; that shall be the roast meat.'

The Dragon was much annoyed, and hummed and hawed a good deal, and asked the second, 'But what shall be your spoon?'

'The rib of a whale shall be our silver spoon.'

The Dragon-made a face, and growled again three times, 'Hum, hum, hum,' and said to the third, 'Do you know what your wineglass shall be?'

'An old horse's hoof shall be our wineglass.'

Then the Dragon flew away with a loud shriek, and had no more power over them. But the three soldiers took the little whip, whipped as much money as they wanted, and lived happily to their lives end.


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Tue, 16 Jul 2013
The Drum, by Eugene Field
THE DRUM
by the wonderful Eugene Field

I'm a beautiful, red, red drum,
And I train with the soldier boys,
As up the street we come,
Wonderful is our noise!
There's Tom, and Jim, and Phil,
And Dick, and Nat, and Fred,
While Widow Cutler's Bill
and I march on ahead,
With a r - r - rat - tat - tat
And a tum - titty - um -tum - tum ----
Oh, there's bushels of fun in that
For boys with a little red drum!

The Indians came last night,red drum
While the soldiers were in bed,
And they gobbled a Chinese kite
And off to the woods they fled!
The woods are the cherry trees
Down in the orchard lot,
And the soldiers are marching to seize
The booty the Indians got.
With a tum - titty - um -tum - tum ----
And r - r - rat - tat - tat,
When soldiers marching come,
Indians had better scat!

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