Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog

Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog: "Thu, 24 Feb 2011

The Happy Family, when mum and dad realise they are the only ones of their kind left... they decide to take things into their own houses.

Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere

Fairy Stories and Rhymes

THE HAPPY FAMILY

by Hans Christian Andersen.

The largest green leaves that you can find in the country are the burdock leaves; if a little girl takes one of them and holds it in front of the skirt of her frock, it serves her as an apron; and if she places it on her head, it is almost as good a shelter against the rain as an umbrella, it is so large. never is a burdock leaf found growing alone; wherever one grows a whole colony grows. They are beautiful too, but all their beauty is for the snails.

Those large white snails, of which great folks in olden times made fricassees, dined off Snail on Burdock leafthe burdock leaves. They ate greedily of them, saying all the while, 'Hum, how nice, how exquisite!' for they thought the snails delicious. These snails lived upon the burdock leaves, and they imagined the burdock leaves had been sown for their sakes.

There was an old-fashioned manor house where snails were no longer cooked and eaten, because not only had the custom dies away, but the owners of the house had died, and no one lived in it. But burdock leaves grew near, and they had not died. They grew and multiplied; and as there was no one to weed them out, they spread over all the paths and all the beds till the garden at last became a wilderness of burdock leaves. Here and there might still be seen a solitary apple or plum tree, otherwise no one could possibly have guessed that this had ever been a garden, for on all sides you saw nothing but burdock leaves. ...... more at Fairy Stories, diddilydeedotsdreamland .

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Dr Dodiddily and the Dee-Dot's : Jack and Jill?

Dr Dodiddily and the Dee-Dot's : Jack and Jill?: "JACK AND JILL
wants you to read this lovely, little story

Henny Penny


[Henny Penny]

One day Henny Penny was scratching in the farmyard looking for something good to eat when, suddenly, something hit her on the head.
'My goodness me!' she said.
'The sky must be falling down. I must go and tell the king.'


She had not gone far when she met her friend Cocky Locky.Cocky Locky
'Where are you going in such a hurry?' he called out.

'I am going to tell the king that the sky is falling down,' said Henny Penny.
'I will come with you,' said Cocky Locky.
So Henny Penny and Cocky Locky hurried along together towards the king's palace.
On the way they saw Ducky Lucky swimming on the pond.

'Where are you going?' he called out.

'We are going to tell the king the sky is falling down,' replied Henny Penny. 'We must go quickly, as there is no time to lose.'

ducky lucky'I will come with you,' said Ducky Lucky, shaking the water off his feathers.

So Henny Penny, Cocky Locky and Ducky Lucky hurried on together towards the king's palace. On the way they met Goosey Loosey, who called out,

'Where are you all going in such a hurry?'

'We are on our way to tell the king the sky is falling down,' said Henny Penny.
'I will come with you,' said Goosey Loosey.goosy loosy

So Henny Penny, Cocky Locky, Ducky Lucky and Goosey Loosey hurried on together towards the king's palace.
Round the next corner they met Turkey Lurkey. 'Where are you all going on this fine day?' she called out to them.

'It won't be a fine day for long,' replied Henny Penny. 'The sky is falling down, and we are hurrying to tell the king.'
Turkey Lurky'I will come with you,' said Turkey Lurkey. So Henny Penny, Cocky Locky, Ducky Lucky, Goosey Loosey and Turkey Lurkey all went on towards the king's palace.

Now on their way they met Foxy Loxy who asked, 'Where are you going in such a hurry?'

'We are going to the king's palace to tell him the sky is falling down,' replied Henny Penny. 'That is a very important message,' said Foxy Loxy.

'I will come with you. In fact if you follow me I can show you a short cut to the king's palace, so you will get there sooner.'

So Henny Penny, Cocky Locky, Ducky Lucky, Goosey Loosey and Turkey Lurkey all followed Foxy Loxy. He led them to the wood, and up to a dark hole, which was the door to his home. Inside his wife and five hungry children were waiting for him to bring home some dinner.Foxy Loxy

That, I am sorry to say, was the end of Cocky Locky, Ducky Lucky, Goosey Loosey and Turkey Lurkey, for one by one they all followed Foxy Loxy into his home, and they were all eaten up by the hungry fox family.

Foxy LoxyHenny Penny was the last to enter the Fox's hole and she heard Cocky Locky crowing in alarm in front of her. Squawking with fright and scattering feathers, she turned and ran as fast as she could for the safety of her own farmyard. There she stayed there and she never did tell the king that the sky was falling down.

All of these stories will have an explanation from Wikipeadia, maybe even other places if I find them on my travels. I knew this story as Chicken Licken when I was small.

Diddily. xx

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The Golden-Headed Fish, fro the Olive Fairy Book by Andrew Lang. I do love all the pictures of the Goldfish on the page. Diddily Dee Dot xxx

DIDDILY DEE DOT'S DREAM LAND

THE GOLDEN-HEADED FISH

by Andrew Lang - Olive Fairy Book

             Once upon a time there lived in Egypt a king who lost his sight from a bad illness. Of course he was very unhappy, and became more so as months passed, and all the best doctors in the land were unable to cure him. The poor man grew so thin from misery that everyone thought he was going to die, and the prince, his only son, thought so too.
             Great was therefore the rejoicing through Egypt when a traveller arrived in a boat down the river Nile, and after questioning the people as to the reason of their downcast looks, declared that he was court physician to the king of a far country, and would, if allowed, examine the eyes of the blind man. He was at once admitted into the royal presence, and after a few minutes of careful study announced that the case, though very serious, was not quite hopeless.
                'Somewhere in the Great Sea,' he said, 'there exists a Golden-headed Fish. If you can manage to catch this creature, bring it to me, and I will prepare an ointment from its blood which will restore your sight. For a hundred days I will wait here, but if at the end of that time the fish should still be uncaught, I must return to my own master.'
                The next morning the young prince set forth in quest of the fish, taking with him a hundred men, each man carrying a net. Quite a little fleet of boats was awaiting them, and in these they sailed to the middle of the Great Sea. During three months they laboured diligently from sunrise to sunset, but though they caught large multitudes of fishes, not one of them had a golden head.
            'It is quite useless now,' said the prince on the very last night. 'Even if we find it this evening, the hundred days will be over in an hour, and long before we could reach the Egyptian capital the doctor will be on his way home. Still, I will go out again, and cast the net once more myself.' And so he did, and at the very moment that the hundred days were up, he drew in the net with the Golden-headed Fish entangled in its meshes.
              'Success has come, but, as happens often, it is too late,' murmured the young man, who had studied in the schools of philosophy; 'but, all the same, put the fish in that vessel full of water, and we will take it back to show my father that we have done what we could.' But when he drew near the fish it looked up at him with such piteous eyes that he could not make up his mind to condemn it to death. For he knew well that, though the doctors of his own country were ignorant of the secret of the ointment, they would do all in their power to extract something from the fish's blood. So he picked up the prize of so much labour, and threw it back into the sea, and then began his journey back to the palace. When at last he reached it he found the king in a high fever, caused by his disappointment, and he refused to believe the story told him by his son...... more

Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Sunday Tales

Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Sunday Tales: "DIDDILY DEE DOT'S DREAMLAND FOR CHILDREN EVERYWHERE I have just spent two hours trying to find the codes for my google analytic's and I am still no closer to finding them. if I wasn't a lady I would curse. xxx Diddilydeedot in Dreamland. xxx

THE LAMB

BY WILLIAM BLAKE

FROM 'SONGS OF INNOCENCE.'

Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bade thee feed
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little lamb, I’ll tell thee;
Little lamb, I’ll tell thee:
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a lamb,
He is meek, and He is mild,
He became a little child;
I a child, and thee a Lamb,
We are called by His Name.
Little lamb, God bless thee!
Little lamb, God bless thee!

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A Little bit of French Just for You

La Mère Michel

C'est la mère Michel qui a perdu son chat,
Qui crie par la fenêtre à qui le lui rendra,
Et le compèr Lustucru qui lui a répondu :
"Allaz, la mere Michel, votre chat n'est pas perdu."
C'est la mère Michel qui lui a demandè :
"Mon chat n'est par perdu ! vous l'avez donc trouvé ?"
Et le compère Lustucru qui lui a répondu :

"Donnez une récompense, il vous sera rendu."
Et la mère Michel lui dit : "C'est décidé,
Si vous rendez mon chat, vous aurez un baiser."
Le compère Lustucru, qui n'en a pas voulu,
Lui dit : Pour un lapin votre chat est vendu !"




FAIS DODO, COLAS
Fais dodo, Colas, mon petit frère,
Fais dodo, t'auras du lolo.
Maman est en haut,
Qui fait du gâteau ;
Papa est en bas,
Qui fait du chocolat ;
Fais dodo, Colas, mon petit frère,
Fais dodo, t'auras du lolo.


RAMÈNE TES MOUTONS

La plus aimable à mon gré
Je vais vous la présenter.
Noos lui ferons passer barrière.
"Ramème tes moutons, bergère ;
Ramène, ramène, ramène, donc,
Tes moutons à la maison.".

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Dodie's Dream World : Celts-Scotland

Dodie's Dream World : Celts-Scotland: "Mermaid

Kilmeny

A Song for the Trawlers

By Alfred Noyes


Dark, dark lay the drifters against the red West

As they shot their long meshes of steel overside;

And the oily green waters were rocking to rest

When Kilmeny went out, at the turn of the tide;

And nobody knew where the lassie would roam,

For the magic that called her was tapping unseen,

It was wellnigh a week ere Kilmeny came home,

And nobody knew where Kilmeny had been.


She'd a gun at her bow that was Newcastle's best

And a gun at the stern that was fresh from the Clyde,

And a secret her skipper had never confessed,

Not even at dawn, to his newly-wed bride;

And a wireless that whispered above, like a gnome,

The laughter of London, the boasts of Berlin . . . .

O, it may have been mermaids that lured her from home;

But nobody knew where Kilmeny had been.


It was dark when Kilmeny came home from her quest

With her bridge dabbled red where her skipper had died;

But she moved like a bride with a rose at her breast,

And Well done, Kilmeny! the Admiral cried.

Now, at sixty four fathom a conger may come

And nose at the bones of a drowned submarine;

But - late in the evening Kilmeny came home,

And nobody knew where Kilmeny had been.


There's a wandering shadow that stares at the foam,

Though they sing all the night to old England, their queen.

Late, late in the evening, Kilmeny came home,

And nobody knew where Kilmeny had been.





WORLD WAR 1 at SEA

BRITISH FISHING VESSELS LOST AT SEA DUE TO ENEMY ACTION

Years 1917, 1918 in date order

http://www.naval-history.net/



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Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Sunday Rhymes

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Joan Gale Thomas was born in 1910 in Gerrard's Cross, Buckinghamshire, England. She studied art at the Chelsea Illustrators Studio. After illustrating books for other authors, she wrote and illustrated her first book A Stands for Angel in 1939. In 1941, she married Richard Robinson, also an author and illustrator and began writing series books under the name of Joan Gale Robinson. However, she continued to write secular picture books using the name Thomas. Two of her most famous series were about a teddy bear named Teddy Robinson and a small girl named Mary-Mary. Both series were part of the Reading with Mother series published by Harrap in London. Ms. Robinson died in 1988.

Dr Dodiddily and the Dee-Dot's : North Africa

Dr Dodiddily and the Dee-Dot's : North Africa: "Sahrawi music is a mixture of Arabic and African music. The latter is illustrated by the rhythm and resonance of the percussions of the region’s tom-toms and drums. The Sahrawi musician, called Igyou, carries out his music using instruments called Azouane. Sahrawi music is characterized by its close relationship to Hassani poetry. They are deeply united since music is the only means for poetry to be heard, understood and appreciated.



Concerning dancing, called Arguiss, it is an artistic expression practised by both men and women in addition to youth. With regard to men, it is a confrontation of two Sahrawis on musical rhythms where they devoutly perform original leg movements. This dance is called Kiira.

Sahrawi women dance as well, covering themselves with their slightly transparent veils called Mlahfa. They accompany their dances with a sensual movement of hands and fingers. This dance is called Tritim and is performed on a slower rhythm which is preferred by Sahrawi young girls called Kamba bi bi. Women dancing is much more expressive than that of men. Generally, their expression reflects their state of mind and their sensitivity.

THANKING ONCE MORE THE - http://www.sahara-culture.com/eng - FOR THEIR ADVICE

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Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Bedtime Stories

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"Buckets of rain!" 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 !"
Hugs Diddily Dee Dot xxx