Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog

Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog Diddily-dee-dot's Dreamland, Welcome's You All.

THE MYTH OF PAN

In a very far-away country, a long time ago, there lived a man who loved music and little children and the birds and flowers. And the little children loved Pan--for that was his name--because he told them such beautiful stories and played on a set of pipes which he had made from the reeds which grew by the river.

Every evening, when it was time for the sun to go to sleep and all the little stars to wake up, Pan would take his pipes, go down to the river side, and play all the songs he knew. Everybody could hear Pan's music for miles and miles, but many of them did not like his music, and wished that he would not play.

Once some of these people gathered together and planned how they could stop Pan from playing his pipes, and while they were talking, some beetles near by heard their plans. Now, one of these beetles had hurt his wing at one time and had fallen down in the dust on the road, and could go no farther. It was a very hot day, and the poor little beetle was almost dead from the heat. Soon Pan came walking along and saw the beetle, and, picking it up very carefully, he carried it on some green leaves to a shady place, where he left it to rest and get well. The beetle had never forgotten Pan's kindness, and when he heard the plans these bad people had made he said:

"Come, friends, and go with me, for we must hurry and tell Pan what the wicked people have planned, so that he will not be there when they go to push him into the river."

The beetles had only one day in which to reach Pan, for the evil people were going to carry out their plans the next night, so they spread their wings and flew as fast as they could fly. They could not travel far at a time, because their wings grew very tired and their bodies were so heavy. When they could fly no longer they would walk, and when they were tired walking they would fly again. In this way they hurried on and on, for the day was growing into night, and they could hear Pan playing his beautiful songs way down by the river bank. They had almost reached him when they heard what seemed to be a crowd of people running through the bushes and among the trees, and it seemed that they were going toward the river. Next there was a big splash and many voices talking loudly, and after that--silence.
When the beetles reached the place where Pan always sat they could not find him; but there in the river were his pipes, which he loved so well.

The people had reached Pan before the beetles, and had pushed him into the river, and his pipes fell in too, but Pan did not wait to get them.
He climbed out and ran as fast as his feet would carry him. The people
ran after him, but he leaped and bounded over the bushes and flowers,
and ran on and on. Sometimes they were almost upon him, but he always
out-ran them.
He wished to hide, but could find no place. He could not climb the trees, for the people could climb trees, too, and he could not hide in the grass or under the bushes, for they would be sure to find him there.

At last, along the river bank, he spied the little violets that had
closed their eyes, but were still gazing at the stars. One little violet seemed to say to him,
"I will hide you," and it folded its little petals around him. Pan was safe now, and from his hiding place he could hear the people searching for him. They looked for a long time, but they did not find him. He was happy and thankful, and, as he was very tired and the soft petals of the violets made a pleasant resting place, he was soon fast asleep.

Away back on the river bank, where Pan always sat, were the beetles.
They were very sorry that they had not reached him in time to tell him that the people were coming, and that they could not get his pipes out of the water, where they had fallen. And, though they never saw him
again, they always remembered him and the beautiful music he used to play.

One day some little children were picking violets by the river, and they found one little violet that had eyes just like Pan's eyes. They took it home and named it Pan's Eye, in memory of their old friend, but, as that was rather a hard name for the little children to say, they called it Pansy.

Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog

Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog

Diddilydeedot's Dreamland presents!

 RELICS AND RATS

Relics and rats
cantrips and cats
giraffes with short necks
and kangaroos without flaps.
Teapots and toads
dead skunks and stoves
terrible journies
on ramshackle roads.
Wombats with wings
see-saws with stings
these are just some
of my favourite things.
 Relics and rats
imps in straw hats
maidens with cherries
and silken cravattes.
Kettles and kippers
vicars and strippers
chocolate ice cream
and ladies with flippers.
Fairies and foam
griffin and gnome -
fine in their place,
but not in the home!
Teapots and toads
leprechauns in brogues
cucumber coffee
and squid a-la-mode.
Owls baked in omelettes
cats stuck in pelmets
children on stilts
and grannies in helmets
Pigs in pink dresses
tarts with dark tresses
lime-flavoured ladders
and foreign addresses
Daisies that sing
button that ping
these are some more
of my favourite things.

I bet your favourite things aren't as exciting

Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog

Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog Disney with a difference
A is an Apple round and Red.    B is a Bunny tucked up in bed.

A. is and APPLE round and Red.
            
B is a BUNNY tucked upin Bed.


C is a CATERPILLAR out for a Walk.

D is two DOGGIES having a Talk.


E is an ELEPHANT drinking his Tea.

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Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog

 
DIDDILYDEEDOT'S DREAMLAND

The Mouse, the Bird and the Sausage

by The Brothers Grimm

Based on translations from Kinder und Hausmarchen by Edgar Taylor and Marian Edwardes.


Once upon a time, a mouse, a bird, and a sausage, entered into
partnership and set up house together. For a long time all went well;
they lived in great comfort, and prospered so far as to be able to add
considerably to their stores. The bird's duty was to fly daily into the
wood and bring in fuel; the mouse fetched the water, and the sausage
saw to the cooking.

we are starting with Mother Goose so why not put some lovely songs on as well

WELL WE STARTED THE PAGE WITH MOTHER GOOSE AND NOW FOR SOME OF HER RHYMES SUNG FOR YOU INSTEAD.

Little Boy Blue....
I SHOULD THINK THAT YOU CAN GET THE WHOLE FAMILY
TO JOIN IN WITH YOU AS WELL.

Mother Goose with Goosey Gander

OLD MOTHER GOOSE AND HER GANDER

Old Mother Goose when she wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air on a very fine gander.
Mother Goose had a house, 'twas built in a wood,
Where an owl at the door for sentinel stood.

This is her son Jack, a plain looking lad,
He is not very good, nor yet very bad.
She sent him to market, A live goose he bought;
"Here Mother," says he, "It will not go for nought."

Jack's goose and her gander grew very fond;
They'd both eat together, Or swim in the pond.
Jack found one morning as I have been told,
His goose had laid him an egg of pure gold.

Jack sold his gold egg to a rogue of a Jew,
Who cheated him out of the half of his due.
The Jack went a courting a lady so gay,
As fair as the lily, as sweet as the may.

Then old Mother Goose that instant came in,
And turned her son Jack into famed Harlequin.
The Jew and the Squire came behind his back,
And began to belabour the sides of poor Jack.

She then with her wand touched the lady so fine
And turned her at once into sweet Columbine.
The gold egg into the sea was thrown in,
When Jack jumped in and got it back again.

The Jew got the goose, which he vowed he would kill,
Resolving at once his pockets to fill.
Jack's mother came in, and caught the goose soon,
And, mounting its back, flew back to the moon.

Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog

Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog
 What
do you call a kangaroo at the North Pole ?


A lost kangaroo ! What lights up a football
stadium ?

A football match !

Which football team
loves ice-cream ?

Aston Vanilla ! Doctor, Doctor I keep getting pains in the eye when I drink coffee

Have you tried taking the spoon
out ?  If you have a referee
in football, what do you have in bowls ?


Cornflakes ! How do you stop squirrels
playing football in the garden ?



Hide the ball, it drives them nuts !What
do you call a scared biscuit ?


A cowardy custard cream !

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Diddily Dee Dot's Dreaml
BILLY BOY




Poor Billy boy was music mad,
On music mad was he;
And yet he was as blithe a lad
As any lad could be,
With a "hey-de-diddle,
Bow and fiddle,
Rig-a-my, ho!" sang he -
For Bill was as blithe a lad
As any lad could be.

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 Some Little Rhymes Especially for YOU!


Barber,barber, shave a pig;
How many hairs will make a wig?
"Four and twenty, that's enough,"
Give the barber a pinch of snuff.

Bat, bat, come under my hat,
And I'll give you a slice of bacon;
And when I bake
I'll give you a cake,
If I am not mistaken.

Birch and green holly, boys,
Birch and green holly,
If you get beaten, boys,
Twill be your own folly.

Come when you're called,

Do what you're bid,

Shut the door after you,

Never be chid.

Robin the Bobbin, the big greedy Ben,
He ate more meat than four score men;
He ate a cow, he ate a calf,
He ate a butcher and a half;
He ate a church, he ate a steeple,
He ate the priest and all the people,
And yet he complained he was hungry!

As I was going to Charing Cross
I saw a man upon a black horse;
They told me it was King Charles the First;
Oh dear! my heart was ready to burst.

Bounce Buckram, velvet's dear;
Christmas comes but once a year.

Sneeze on a Monday, sneeze for danger;
     Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger;
Sneeze on Wednesday, sneeze for a letter;
     Sneeze on a Thursday, something better;
Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow;
     Sneeze on a Saturday, see your sweetheart tomorrow.

What is the rhyme for porringer?
The King he had a daughter fair,
And gave the Prince of Orange her.

Cross patch,
Draw the latch,
Sit by the fire and spin;
Take a cup,
And drink it up,
Then call your neighbours in.

For every evil under the sun
There is a remedy or there is none.
If ther be one try and find it;

If there be none never mind it.

My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about:
I hade money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun.

There was a little rabbit sprig
Which, being little, was not big;
He always walked upon his feet,
And never fasted when he eat.
When from a place he ran away
He never at that place did stay.

And when he ran, as I am told,
He ne'er stood still for young or old;
Though ne'er instructed by a cat,
He knew a mouse was not a rat.
One day, as I am certified,
He took a whim and fairly died;
And, as I'm told by men of sense
He never has been walking since.