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Tuesday, 29 December 2009
Sunday, 27 December 2009
Abdul Abulbul Amir, and a little bit more for your entertainment. Enjoy xxx Diddilydeedot in Dreamland.
Abdul Abulbul Amir
Written By: Percy French
Copyright Unknown
The sons of the prophet were hardy and bold,
And quite unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest of these was a man, I am told
Named Abdul Abulbul Amir.
This son of the desert, in battle aroused,
Could spit twenty men on his spear.
A terrible creature, both sober and soused
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.
When they needed a man to encourage the van,
Or to harass the foe from the rear,
Or to storm a redoubt, they had only to shout
For Abdul Abulbul Amir.
There are heroes aplenty and men known to fame
In the troops that were led by the Czar;
But the bravest of these was a man by the name
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
He could imitate Irving, play Euchre and pool
And perform on the Spanish Guitar.
In fact, quite the cream of the Muscovite team
Was Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
The ladies all loved him, his rivals were few;
He could drink them all under the bar.
As gallant or tank, there was no one to rank
With Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun
And donned his most truculent sneer
Downtown he did go, where he trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir
"Young man," quoth Bulbul, "has life grown so dull,
That you're anxious to end your career?
Vile infidel! Know, you have trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."
The rest of this wonderful tale can be found at Cydney's Castle.
http://.diddilydeedotsdreamland. zoomshare.com/
And quite unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest of these was a man, I am told
Named Abdul Abulbul Amir.
This son of the desert, in battle aroused,
Could spit twenty men on his spear.
A terrible creature, both sober and soused
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.
When they needed a man to encourage the van,
Or to harass the foe from the rear,
Or to storm a redoubt, they had only to shout
For Abdul Abulbul Amir.
There are heroes aplenty and men known to fame
In the troops that were led by the Czar;
But the bravest of these was a man by the name
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
He could imitate Irving, play Euchre and pool
And perform on the Spanish Guitar.
In fact, quite the cream of the Muscovite team
Was Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
The ladies all loved him, his rivals were few;
He could drink them all under the bar.
As gallant or tank, there was no one to rank
With Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun
And donned his most truculent sneer
Downtown he did go, where he trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir
"Young man," quoth Bulbul, "has life grown so dull,
That you're anxious to end your career?
Vile infidel! Know, you have trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."
The rest of this wonderful tale can be found at Cydney's Castle.
http://.diddilydeedotsdreamland. zoomshare.com/
Tuesday, 15 December 2009
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, all the love he has in his heart,.... oops and a partridge in a pear tree. :)
DIDDILY-DEE-DOT'S DREAMLAND![]()
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On the first day of Christmas my true-love gave to me,
A Partridge in a Pear Tree.
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On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Two Turtle Doves.
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On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Three French Hens.
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On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Four Calling Birds.
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On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Five Golden Rings
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,![]()
Six Geese a-Laying.
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On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Seven Swans a-Swimming.
On the eight day of Christmas my true love gave to me,![]()
Eight Maids a-Milking.
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On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Nine Ladies Dancing.
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On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Ten Lords a-Leaping.
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On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Eleven Pipers Piping.
On the twelth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Twelve Drummers Drumming
- Eleven Pipers Piping
Ten Lords Leaping - Nine Ladies Dancing
Eight Maids Milking - Seven Swans Swimming
Six Geese Laying - Five Golden Rings
Four Calling Birds - Three French Hens
Two Turtle Doves and a Partridge in a Pear Tree
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On the first day of Christmas my true-love gave to me,
A Partridge in a Pear Tree.
Two Turtle Doves.
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Three French Hens.
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Four Calling Birds.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Five Golden Rings
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Six Geese a-Laying.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Seven Swans a-Swimming.
On the eight day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Eight Maids a-Milking.
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Nine Ladies Dancing.
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Ten Lords a-Leaping.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Eleven Pipers Piping.
On the twelth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Twelve Drummers Drumming
- Eleven Pipers Piping
Ten Lords Leaping - Nine Ladies Dancing
Eight Maids Milking - Seven Swans Swimming
Six Geese Laying - Five Golden Rings
Four Calling Birds - Three French Hens
Two Turtle Doves and a Partridge in a Pear Tree
Saturday, 12 December 2009
Ayliyah wants to share one of her favourite Winter rhymes for you.
AYLIYAHS LEGENDS
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JOHNNY'S FROLIC
Ho ! for a frolic ! said Johnny the stout;
"There's coasting and sledding: I'm going out !"
Scarcely had Johnny plunged in the snow
When there came a complaint up from his toe.
"We're cold," said the toe, "I and the rest;
There are ten of us freezing, standing abreast."
Then up spoke the ear: "My ! but it's labour
Playing in winter. Eh, opposite neighbour ?"
"Pooh !" said the nose, angry and red ,
"Who wants to tingle ? Go home to bed !"
Eight little fingers, four to a thumb,![]()
All cried together, "Johnny, we're numb !"
But Johnny was stout wouldn't listen a minute;
Never a snow-bank but Johnny was in it.
Tumbling and jumping, shouting with glee,
Wading the snow-drifts up to his knee,
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Soon he forgot them, fingers and toes,
Never once heeded the ear and the nose
Ah, what a frolic ! All in a glow,
Johnny grew warmer out in the snow.
Often his breathing came with a joke :
"Blaze away, Johnny ! I'll do the smoke."
"And I'll do the fire," said Johnny the bold,
"Fun is the fuel for driving off cold.
SUCH FUN THIS CHRISTMAS FOR EVERYONE.
JOHNNY'S FROLIC
Ho ! for a frolic ! said Johnny the stout;
"There's coasting and sledding: I'm going out !"
Scarcely had Johnny plunged in the snow
When there came a complaint up from his toe.
"We're cold," said the toe, "I and the rest;
There are ten of us freezing, standing abreast."
Then up spoke the ear: "My ! but it's labour
Playing in winter. Eh, opposite neighbour ?"
"Pooh !" said the nose, angry and red ,
"Who wants to tingle ? Go home to bed !"
Eight little fingers, four to a thumb,
All cried together, "Johnny, we're numb !"
But Johnny was stout wouldn't listen a minute;
Never a snow-bank but Johnny was in it.
Tumbling and jumping, shouting with glee,
Wading the snow-drifts up to his knee,
Never once heeded the ear and the nose
Ah, what a frolic ! All in a glow,
Johnny grew warmer out in the snow.
Often his breathing came with a joke :
"Blaze away, Johnny ! I'll do the smoke."
"And I'll do the fire," said Johnny the bold,
"Fun is the fuel for driving off cold.
SUCH FUN THIS CHRISTMAS FOR EVERYONE.
Thursday, 10 December 2009
Here is a lovely poem by Susan Coolidge about Autumn
DIDDILY DEE DOT' S DREAMLAND
HOW THE LEAVES CAME DOWN
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"Come now, children, all to bed," he cried;
And, ere the leaves could urge their prayer,
He shook his head, and far and wide,
Fluttering and rustling everywhere,
Down sped the leaflets through the air.
I saw them; on the ground they lay,
Golden and red, a huddled swarm,
Waiting till one from far away,
White bedclothes heaped upon her arm,
Should come to wrap them safe and warm.
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What a lovely little verse, and this is wrote by Susan Coolidge,
Sarah Chauncy Woolsey who wrote under the name Susan Coolidge, was born in Cleveland, Ohio, on January 29, 1835, she died April 9, 1905. She is also the same lady who wrote all the "Katy Did" story books. A 1990s reading study in Great Britain found the "What Katy Did" series
ranked among the ten most popular reading choices for 12-year-old
girls. The first volumes of the series remain in print in both
countries.
HOW THE LEAVES CAME DOWN
I'll tell you how the leaves came down
The great Tree to his children said:
"You're getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown,
Yes, very sleepy, little Red.
It is quite time to go to bed."
"Ah ! " begged each silly, pouting leaf,
"Let us a little longer stay:
Dear Father Tree, behold our grief !
'tis such a very pleasant day,
We do not want to go away."
The great Tree to his children said:
"You're getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown,
Yes, very sleepy, little Red.
It is quite time to go to bed."
"Ah ! " begged each silly, pouting leaf,
"Let us a little longer stay:
Dear Father Tree, behold our grief !
'tis such a very pleasant day,
We do not want to go away."
So just for one more merry day![]()
To the great Tree the leafletsclung,
Frolicked and danced, and had their way,
Upon the autumn breezes swung,
Whispering all their sports among;
"Perhaps the great Tree will forget,
And let us stay until the spring,
If we all beg, and coax, and fret."
But the great Tree did no such thing;
He smiled to hear them whispering.
To the great Tree the leafletsclung,
Frolicked and danced, and had their way,
Upon the autumn breezes swung,
Whispering all their sports among;
"Perhaps the great Tree will forget,
And let us stay until the spring,
If we all beg, and coax, and fret."
But the great Tree did no such thing;
He smiled to hear them whispering.
And, ere the leaves could urge their prayer,
He shook his head, and far and wide,
Fluttering and rustling everywhere,
Down sped the leaflets through the air.
I saw them; on the ground they lay,
Golden and red, a huddled swarm,
Waiting till one from far away,
White bedclothes heaped upon her arm,
Should come to wrap them safe and warm.
The great bare Tree looked down and smiled.
"Good night, dear little leaves," he said.
And from below each sleepy child
Replied, "Good-night," and murmered,
"It is so nice to go to bed!"
"Good night, dear little leaves," he said.
And from below each sleepy child
Replied, "Good-night," and murmered,
"It is so nice to go to bed!"
What a lovely little verse, and this is wrote by Susan Coolidge,
Sarah Chauncy Woolsey who wrote under the name Susan Coolidge, was born in Cleveland, Ohio, on January 29, 1835, she died April 9, 1905. She is also the same lady who wrote all the "Katy Did" story books. A 1990s reading study in Great Britain found the "What Katy Did" series
ranked among the ten most popular reading choices for 12-year-old
girls. The first volumes of the series remain in print in both
countries.
Wednesday, 2 December 2009
There's nothing like a Daddy. Or a Mummy come to that, both even
Diddilydeedot's Dreamland
HELLO AND WELCOME ONCE MORE TO SOMETHING NEW
There's nothing like a Daddy
I do not want a puppy-dog, although I know they're nice,
For my papa can romp with me in ways that quite suffice.
He'll bark just like a St. Bernard, and like a mastiff growl,
And you would feel like laughing when he imitates a howl.
I do not want a pussy-cat. I like them very well,
But Daddy beats them all, and plays better than I can tell.
He'll purr and siss like anything; his mewing you should hear;
It makes more noise than any cat, and, oh, I shake with fear !
But what's the use of babies when you're my dear daddy's son ?
He takes me on his shoulders broad, or puts me on his knees
And sets me off a-galloping as madly as you please.
In short, I don't want anything as long as Daddy's here;
He's pretty much of everything, and don't get out of gear.
And best of all the things boys have, I'm sure you'll find it true,
There's nothing like a Daddy who will always play with you ! ....
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My beautiful Grand-daughter with Jack my son-in-law
Monday, 30 November 2009
Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog
JODIESTREASURE CHEST
Buckets of Rain
- Part One
"Buckets of ra
in!" cried the lumpish crimson-jacketed dwarf trundling down the High street of our town with his ware.
in!" cried the lumpish crimson-jacketed dwarf trundling down the High street of our town with his ware. "Who will buy my buckets of rain - freshly collected this morning before the dawn !"
"Get away with you," called out Thomas the Butcher. "I'll have none of your buckets of rain. I have a hole in my shop's roof and this morning I found my store-room flooded and all my meat perfectly ruined. Move on before I box your ears!"
"Buckets of rain!" cried the dwarf, scowling a little now. "Rain from the edge of the Ancient Forest, freshly dripped from leaf and sky, sweetened with elf song and the dreams of flowers. Who will buy my lovely rain?"
"Bah!" called out Ms. Ethyl Two-Bunions the Post Mistress. as she stood outside the Post Office, searching for the big iron key to its door in his purse.
"How are decent folk to know you haven't just dipped your buckets in the village pond? You dwarfs are a sly and shiftless people always looking for an easy way to gull honest God-fearing citizens out of their well-earned money.
"Selling rain is no respectable way for man or dwarf to make a living. Unless you have a soft chamois-leather with you and care to wash the Post Office windows with your rain-water for a decent shilling, then be off with you!"
The dwarf glared fiercely back at Ms. Two-Bunions.
"This is no pond-water, Mistress," he said "and far too good to wash your dirty windows. Why'd you let them get so filthy in the first place?"
Of course, Ms. Ethyl Two-Bunions bridled at this immediately.
"Clear off this instant, you horrible little vagabond or I'll call the police. If my husband were still alive you wouldn't talk to me like that!"
"Your husband is perfectly alive and living with Good-widow Jenkins over the hat shop in Twistle Town two miles away - everybody in the village knows that... even so, I expect he can still hear your voice from there!
"Buckets of rain!" called out the dwarf, proceeding down the street, his customary native grumpiness lightened considerably by this latest interchange. "Who will buy my buckets of fresh forest rain?"
Thursday, 26 November 2009
Dodies Dream World. at http://dodiesdreamworld.zoomshare.com/ : Blog
Dodies Dream World. at http://dodiesdreamworld.zoomshare.com/ : BlogThis tribute is going to be one of my favourites for a long time. I present Laurel and Hardy
DODIES DREAM WORLD
AND ADAM AND EVE PRESENT
One of the greatest double Acts the World has ever known!
Laurel and Hardy
Laurel and Hardy in a promotional still from their 1937 feature film Out West
Sons of the Desert
Writer Lee Jordan
Photographer Mike Lawn & Roger Scruton
Seventy years ago two gentlemen met on a silent movie film set. One was a large American, the other a thin Englishman. The picture they were filming was a comedy Lucky Dog and this fortuitous casting in 1922 was the genesis of Laurel & Hardy, arguably the greatest comedy pairing the silver screen has ever seen. A partnership that would last for 30 years and an act that would transfer successfully from silent films to talkies.
Such was, and, indeed is, their appeal that 70 years on, thousands of Laurel & Hardy fans still curl up in laughter at the adventures of two kind-hearted men dressed in suits and derby hats who, no matter how hard they endeavour not to, always find themselves in trouble. And the resultant attempts to alleviate their problems guarantee hilarious situations.
During the 1960s when Professor John McCabe was writing his authorised biography Mr Laurel and Mr Hardy he wrote to Stan Laurel and asked if he had any objection to a body of enthusiasts being formed on the lines of the 'Baker Street Irregulars', the society devoted to Sherlock Holmes. Stan Laurel was delighted that "celebration" would be its theme and even helped with the groups constitution. The societies name, suggested by a founder member the late Al Kilgore derives from Laurel & Hardy's 1933 film, Sons of The Desert.
Today there are new sons (and daughters) being admitted and each new member joins a "tent" of The Sons of The Desert. Each tent has its own name: The Dirty Work Tent are all Washington firefighters; Midnight Patrol Tent, made up of police officers and Do Detectives Think?, more members of the b blue. These are just some of the hundred plus tents worldwide.
DODIES DREAM WORLD
AND ADAM AND EVE PRESENT
One of the greatest double Acts the World has ever known!
Laurel and Hardy
Laurel and Hardy in a promotional still from their 1937 feature film Out West
Sons of the Desert
Writer Lee Jordan
Photographer Mike Lawn & Roger Scruton
Seventy years ago two gentlemen met on a silent movie film set. One was a large American, the other a thin Englishman. The picture they were filming was a comedy Lucky Dog and this fortuitous casting in 1922 was the genesis of Laurel & Hardy, arguably the greatest comedy pairing the silver screen has ever seen. A partnership that would last for 30 years and an act that would transfer successfully from silent films to talkies.
Such was, and, indeed is, their appeal that 70 years on, thousands of Laurel & Hardy fans still curl up in laughter at the adventures of two kind-hearted men dressed in suits and derby hats who, no matter how hard they endeavour not to, always find themselves in trouble. And the resultant attempts to alleviate their problems guarantee hilarious situations.
During the 1960s when Professor John McCabe was writing his authorised biography Mr Laurel and Mr Hardy he wrote to Stan Laurel and asked if he had any objection to a body of enthusiasts being formed on the lines of the 'Baker Street Irregulars', the society devoted to Sherlock Holmes. Stan Laurel was delighted that "celebration" would be its theme and even helped with the groups constitution. The societies name, suggested by a founder member the late Al Kilgore derives from Laurel & Hardy's 1933 film, Sons of The Desert.
Today there are new sons (and daughters) being admitted and each new member joins a "tent" of The Sons of The Desert. Each tent has its own name: The Dirty Work Tent are all Washington firefighters; Midnight Patrol Tent, made up of police officers and Do Detectives Think?, more members of the b blue. These are just some of the hundred plus tents worldwide.
Naughty Kitten, No! I don't think so, do you? xxx
Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog
BUNS AND BABES WELCOME
for a shilling to pay a man at the door
and there was the knitting
and in it the kitten,
the end of the wool all caught up in its claws!
Carefully she unravelled it,
anxious not to make it skit
but intent as she was on her lip-biting task
she quite forgot the waiting milkman
and rap, rap, rap, he struck her knocker
and up jumped Puss, his two eyes round.In a flash he was out of the drawer
running as he hit the ground,
half a mile outside the pound,
Dozy Dora's unravelled mitten
trailing out behind him.
But at least, thought Dora,
he was safe and sound.
Putting out a bowl of milk
(after paying off the churlish merchant)
she found his little bell and rang it.
Presently the cat came back
with half a moiien wrapped around it.
Oh dear, said Dozy Dora
and put down the old tin mug of coconut milk
and Baileys she was drinking with a loud clatter.
Try as she might she just couldn't remember
who she had been making the mitten for
As it was they were for herself,
to try to stop her fingers achingand to help her take hot cake
from out of the oven
(she was very good at baking).
She remembered eventually of course,
just after the main course,
her guests all now quite anxious for pudding.
Quickly she sent our the cat,
in his best frock and cap
to buy what he could for a shilling.
Imagine her stare when he flew down the stairs
with a tray of cup-cakes and eclairs.
"I was saving them for a rainy day," he purred.
"Is it raining then?" Dora asked the kitten,
"you might have told me earlier,
I might have remembered to bring in the washing."
But the clever kitten had already done itand do you know what?
He had even finished knitting the mitten.
Dear old Dozy Dora and her helpful kitten!
WILLOWDOWN ©2009
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