Teddy Bears don't we all love them.

Sometimes we find friendship in strange places and at strange times in our lives

Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere
Kayleigh Q

HERE IS A LOVELY STORY ABOUT TWO ANIMALS THAT PROVED THAT NO MATTER WHAT COLOUR OR TYPE YOU ARE, IF NEEDS BE YOU CAN BE FRIENDS FOREVER.

After losing his  parents, this 3 year old orangutan was so  depressed he wouldn't eat and didn't respond to  any medical treatments.  The veterinary surgeons  thought he would surely die for he didn't seem to have the will to live any more.  
Strnge though it may seemed the zoo keepers found an old sick dog on  the grounds in the park at the zoo where the  orangutan lived. Without more ado they took the dog to the animal  treatment center.  The dog arrived at the  same time the orangutan was there being treated.   Within moments the two animals had bonded, something in their look created a spark in the other's soul and from that day on the two animals became inseparable. 
 They are together 24 hours a day and each helps the other as though they were long time blood brothers. Isn't life strange children and wonderful.

   

They live in  Northern California where swimming is their  favorite past time, although Roscoe (the  orangutan) is a little afraid of the water and   needs his friend's help to swim. 














Together they have  discovered the joy and laughter in life and the  value of friendship.



They have found more  than a friendly shoulder to lean on. 



 I  don't know......some say life is too short,  others say it is too long, but I know that  nothing that we do makes sense if we don't touch  the hearts of others.......while it  lasts!

A Fairy went A-Marketing. by the wonderful Rose Fyleman

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 A FAIRY WENT A - MARKETING
by Rose Fyleman

A fairy went a-marketing -
She bought a little fish;
She put it in a crystal bowl
Upon a golden dish.
An hour she watched in wondermentAnd watched its silver gleam,
And then she gently took it upAnd slipped it in a stream.

A fairy went a-marketing -
She bought a coloured bird;
It sang the sweetest, shrillest song
That ever she had heard.
She sat besides its painted cage
And listened half the day,
And then she opened wide the door
And let it fly away.
A fairy went a-marketing -
She bought a winter gown
All stitched about with gossamer
And lined with thistledown.
She wore it all the afternoon
With prancing and delight,
Then gave it to a little frog
To keep him warm at night.
A fairy went a-marketing -
She bought a gentle mouse
To take her tiny messages,
To keep her tiny house.
All day she kept its busy feet
Pit-patting to and fro,
And then she kissed its silken ears
Thanked it, and let it go.

Here is one of my favourite rhymes, written by the one and only Rose Fyleman.

THE FAIRIES HAVE
NEVER A PENNY TO SPEND

The fairies have never a penny to spend,
They haven't a thing to put by,
But theirs is the dower of bird and of flower
And theirs are the earth and the sky.
And though you should live in
a palace of gold
or sleep in a dried up ditch,
You could never be poor as the fairies are,
And never as rich.

Since ever and ever the world began
They have danced like a
ribbon of flame,
They have sang their song
through the centuries long
And yet it is never the same.
And though you be foolish or though
you be wise,
With hair of silver or gold,
You could never be young as the fairies are,
And never as old.
 
Written by the wonderful Rose Fyleman (1877 -1957)
she was born in a suburb of Nottingham. She was trained as a singer and and she
taught in her sister's school. She has another
wonderful poem about fairies and it is one of my
very favourites. It is called "A Fairy went A -
Marketing." I will write it in "Old Favourites" as
it is my special favourite fairy rhyme.
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What a lot of praise these ships deserve for sailing through these treacherous waters

 DIDDILY DEE DOT'S DREAMLAND
BIG STEAMERS
1914-18
RUDYARD KIPLING

"Oh, where are you going to, all you Big Steamers,
With England's own coal, up and down the salt seas ?"
"We are going to fetch you your bread and your butter,
Your beef, pork, and mutton, eggs, apples, and cheese."

"And where will you fetch it from, all you Big Steamers,
And where shall I write you when you are away ? "
"We fetch it from Melbourne, Quebec, and Vancouver -
Address us at Hobart, Hong-Kong, and Bombay."



"But if anything happened to all you Big Steamers,
And suppose you were wrecked up and down the salt sea ?"
"Then you'd have no coffee or or bacon for breakfast,
And you'd have no muffins or toast for your tea."

"Then I'll pray for fine weather for all you Big Steamers,
For little blue billows and breezes so soft."
"Oh billows and breezes don't bother Big Steamers,
For we're iron below and steel-rigging aloft."

"Then I'll build a new lighthouse for all you Big Steamers
With plenty wise pilots to pilot you through."
"Oh the Channel's as bright as a ball-room already,
And pilots are thicker than pilchards at Looe."

"Then what can I do for you, all you Big Steamers,
Oh what can I do for your comfort and good ?"
"Send out your big warships to watch your big waters,
That no one may stop us from bringing you food.



"For the bread that you eat and the biscuits you nibble,
The sweets that you suck and the joints that you carve,
They are brought to you daily by all us Big Steamers -
And if anyone hinders our coming you'll starve ! "

Margery Hart can tell the most wonderful rhymes. Do you like the three that Diddily has put here and at Smile Time on Seligor's Castle

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Fairy Rings

Elfins, gnomes and fairies dance
In the moonlit wood,
You might see them just by chance -
Catch them if you could!

Out they trip at set of sun
And shake their sparkling wings,
Then they dance there just for fun
Round the Fairy Rings.
                                                            by the lovely Margery Hart

                    Fairies
           But only for the children who believe in them!

"Fairies! What are they ?"  - Somebody sings -
"Are they dainty creatures with gauzy wings,
All night they dance in a merry band
In a beautiful place called Fairyland."

"Fairies ! What are they ?" - Somebody sings -
"They are dear, kind hearted, mischievous things
That fly round our beds when the white moon gleams
And under our pillow they stuff sweet dreams !"

" Fairies ! What do they do then ?" - She sings -
They hover around us on gossamer wings,
They flit to the nursery when we're in bed
And tidy our books, or our toys instead."

" Fairies ! What are they ?" - Somebody sings -
"Invisible, graceful and wonderful things;
If, at night, you sit by the fire's red glow
You will hear the call of the elves, you know."

"Fairies ! What else do they do ?"  - She cries -
"They make us happy, they make us wise,
And no one in all the wide world through
Knows half of the wonderful things they do !"

THE WISE ELF'S SONGTO JUNE

Now little elves don't run away
Before my song I've sung,
Just listen now to what I say
And don't forget you're young !

Please help the frogs that in the sun
Get tangled in the reeds,
For everything and everyone
Do good and kindly deeds.


                                                   And help the little birds that oft
Come tumbling  from their nest,
And clamber with them up aloft
And put them back to rest.

And when it's getting nearly light
Just linger ere you pass
To tidy up the cobwebs bright
From off the dewy grass.

And when the white-tailed rabbits there
At twilight chase and run,
Just give them warning to BEWARE !
If you have heard a gun.

Now if you follow all I say
And do your best for me,
                                                              And help each other and obey,
                                                            What pattern Elves you'll be !

The last of our little rhymes from Margery Hart
Weren't they lovely. We shall have some more later in the spring.

Come with me to Scarborough Fair, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

NO NONSENSE Scarborough Fair             Henry III established a fair at Scarborough by charter in 1235.             It was held in the town until 1788 but is now only remembered in the             famous folk song.                                Scarborough Fair Are you going to Scarborough Fair?             Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme             Remember me to one who lives there;             For he once was a true love of mine. Can you make me a cambric shirt?             Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme             Without any seam, nor needlework;             Then you shall be a true love of mine.             Can you wash it in yonder well?             Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme             Which ne'er sprung water, nor rain e'er fell;             Then you shall be a true love of mine. Can you dry it on yonder thorn?             Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme             Which ne'er bore blossom since Adam was born;             Then you shall be a true love of mine.             Now you have asked me questions three.             Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme             Pray thee answer the same for me;             Then you shall be a true love of mine.                                                                                                       Can you find me an acre of land?             Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme             Between the salt water and the sea sand;             Then you shall be a true             love of mine. Can you plow it with a ram's horn?             Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme             And sow it all over with one peppercorn;             Then you shall be a true             love of mine. Can you reap it with a sickle of             leather?             Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme             And tie it up with a peacock's feather;             Then you shall be a true             love of mine.           When you have done and finished             your work?             Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme             Then come to me for your cambric shirt;             And you shall be a true             love of mine.           Love imposes impossible tasks.             Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme             Although not more than any heart asks;             So you shall be a true love of mine.                            Midi: Scarborough             Fair

This is a story in rhyme about Weasels, to read the whole funny story please go to Diddilydeedot's Dreamland

Jaimie invites you to meet some weasels, be careful though this may frighten the little ones

JAIMIE THINKS THIS MIGHT BE A LITTLE OTT FOR THE REALLY LITTLE ONES

Weasels.

Let go, let go, I cry to the little weasels clinging to my trouser cuffs  but the little blighters are persistant and tough, intent on making me ragged and rough.
Vainly I kick at them and beat them with sticks but only suceed in bruising my ankles and straining my shins.
The weasels of self-doubt and regret cling remorselessly to my apparel and limbs.
Nothing seems to shake them - salt and pepper, threatening letters, a word in the ear from one who knows better.

They drag me back to the Woods of Love Lost and show me where we carved out initials and later on I called her silly, vain and superficial.

In the glade where we made lovely lemonade from spring water and crushed elderberries we found in the shade they start to gnaw at my best leather boots, trailing spittled slivers of heel, flap and lace from their laughing, leering lips like exotic cigars or gentlemen's cheroots.

Release me, you little, goblin-faced swine, I cry, but they only smirk and simper the more,going through my jacket pockets in search of more delectable sweetmeats they might gnaw  - a letter I wrote but never posted, the foil wrapper from the last packet of nuts we shared, dry-roasted, a tear-stained flyer from the All Night Gala Karaoke I hosted the night we first met and I comforted her in the mulberry bushes after the biggest tyger mosquitos  either of us had ever seen bit her twice upon the neck.
"Ha-ha, he-he," the weasels jeer,
"we'll not release you until until we see some blood or tears:

Dinosaurs, and the Ice Age what more would a gal or guy want.

Dinosaurs, and the Ice Age what more would a gal or guy want.

DIDDILY DEE DOTS DREAMLAND FOR DINOSAURS AND FRIENDS HE HE HE   Tell me who has got the original "Land Before Time" ? I have and I will always have it. Only the first one had the beauty, the pain, the love and sadness in it, that has been destroyed in the later films and TV Series. The first film was the story of five young and very different Dinosaurs, who had to work together, no matter what their colour or tribe, in order to reach the Great Rift Valley where their families went for safety. Along the way they met many bad and terrifying obstacles but together they manage to get to their destination. By taking away all of the horrible things in life, a child or baby dinosaur, we lead them into thinking the world we live in is all sweetness and light. It isn't, they will all have to meet the darkness in life as they grow into adulthood. We can protect them, yes, but do not wrap them in so much cotton wool that they won't find the strength to deal with all the paths they have to tread.  Love Diddily Dee Dot. x