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Pick:LITTLE LOST PRINCESS
A
little lost princess was wandering through
Fields of white daisies and lavender blue
Tearfully searching for someone she knew
Among yellow buttercups dotted with dew
A
sweet lullaby interrupted her search
A dove cooed so softly to her from his perch
A white mourning dove on a white branch of birch
A tree with a dove near the small village church
The
two entered slowly the old church of white
The princess knelt down in the dim chapel light
Please, God, take me back to my castle tonight
For I am alone here and trembling with fright
The
dove flew beside her and beckoned her on
He led her through forests, past speckled brown fawn
Through verdant green valleys, they traveled til dawn
A white dove who cooed and a princess who yawned
High
up on a hill stood a castle of stone
Too tired was the princess to climb all alone
The dove spread her wings and in moments had flown
The little lost princess to the great castle home
Soldiers
stand guard round the princess to keep
Silence and comfort to put her to sleep
The king sits beside her, as dawn's shadows creep
And kisses the cheek of his little Bo-Peep
He
closes the book now, for this is the time
To finish the fairy tale story of rhyme
From an old nearby chapel the vesper bells chime
And up to her castle the princess must climb
The
soldiers are tall wooden posts of your bed
The castle's a pillow of down for your head
The king is your Daddy who's lovingly read
A tale of a princess for his sleepy head
The
mourning doves greet you each day with a trill
And will coo you a melody perched on the sill
So sleep well, my princess, high up on a hill
May all that you wish for be granted at will
(Keep dreaming the dreams in the ink of a quill)
--
Submitted by Elizabeth Santos from Pottstown, PA
e-mail: escheffey@aol.com
A
dimpled chin, and a silly grin, A
held back tear and a teddy bear, A
bunch of toy cars, old bruises and scars, A
knocked out tooth and only half the truth, --
Submitted by Margaret R. Morgan-Monges from
Baltimore, MD Set
aside from the world its' self, The
clock hits 12, Want
to join in, in all the fantasy fun? --
Submitted by Jordan from Katy, TX The
sun was a lemon drop, catching my eye The
mountains were cupcakes, with icing-capped
peaks The
lake was well stocked with those red Swedish
fish The
night sky was covered with dark chocolate bars It
sounds like a fantasy stretched a bit far --
Submitted by Elizabeth Santos from Pottstown,
PA The
night before Christmas, I rushed through the
house I'll
have to admit that it's been a rough year For
I'm on a mission, that nobody knows The
children are nestled, the presents are wrapped There
wasn't much time, only minutes to go I
saw the whole problem but I never knew I
tried it again but this time with a swing I
thought back on all the bad things I had done I
could hear the sleigh flying high over the
house Then
with teeth and with claws I did my magic trick I
looked up the chimney and tried hard to speak Of
the danger he faced that he didn't perceive But
heavy vibrations were shaking the ground He
left lots of presents, and a nice piece of
cheese Explaining
a little mouse rescued the night To
those who may not such a story believe --
Submitted by Elizabeth Santos from Pottstown,
PA Spiders
spin webs in corners, My
cookies and milk are sitting on silk, Whistle
a tune in the morning, Strawberry
lemonade, berries in bowls, I
am five years old, you see, I
had a little kittly, I
have a little cousin, My
top front teeth are missing, Jellybeans
and popcorn My
bellybutton sits right Bubblegum
is nice to chew, I
love to visit my grandparents' house, Girls
and boys should not make noise --
Submitted by Margaret R. Morgan-Monges from
Baltimore, MD A
pretty song and a beautiful smile, Baby
dolls dressed in their best Playing
"dress up" with a friend, Bubble
baths and ribbons for her hair, --
Submitted by Margaret R. Morgan-Monges from
Baltimore, MD On
a clear and silvery night like this Sail
up to the black of the nightime sea Your
blanket is a fine woven fabric of gold So
fill up your net with the silver fish May
you always know there's a net to pull Look
up to the stars on a night like this --
Submitted by Elizabeth Santos from Pottstown,
PA When
I leave this little body I'll
shimmer like a dragonfly I'll
never have to eat or sleep So
never be afraid to die A
thousand little fairy folk --
Submitted by Lisa G. Leming from Bremerton, WA A
skiff came to land on the edge of a strand A
twosome of crabs in a bucket of blue A
boy and a bucket alone on a beach A
bucket, a shovel, a ton of smooth sand --
Submitted by Elizabeth Santos from Pottstown,
PA I
wanna be a kooky kangeroo I
wanna be a dolphin so cool, I
wanna be a cute kitty cat, I
wanna be a parrot so bright, I
wanna be a little playful dog. So,
tell me little one, what you would like to be. --
Submitted by Andrea Dietrich from Pleasant Grove,
Utah Clickety-clack, Clickety-clack, Riding
in front, Clickety-clack,
clickety-clack, --
Submitted by Carol Merolla from Johnston, Rhode
Island Here
comes the band. Heads
held up high, Drum,
trumpet, and flute, Yes,
it's the band, --
Submitted by Carol Merolla from Johnston, Rhode
Island Theres
a fairy at the bottom of our garden, Her
eyes as bright as diamonds, I
know she watches me all day, As
I play in the garden, I
have sat and stared for hours, Even
though I've never seen her, --
Submitted by Ann Dawson from Sussex, UK The
circus is fun --
Submitted by Carol Merolla from Johnston, Rhode
Island Un
eine jubjub estina dubla ve --
Submitted by Alexis Baker from Chapel Hill, NC Little
Mary Fairweather Little
Mary Fairweather Little
Mary Fairweather Little
Mary Fairweather Little
Mary Fairweather Then
Little Mary Fairweather --
Submitted by Linda Moan from Sault Ste. Marie,
Ontario, Canada We
are swimming happily Is
it really all my fault My
feet are sore and bleeding too It's
hard enough to stay in tune --
Submitted by Lisa G. Leming from San Diego, CA It's
trucks and it's tractors It's
mud and it's puddles A
picture book story A
world made of moments The
face of an angel He's
everything precious He
steps out of babyhood What
shall we say to this THE
LOOKING GLASS Looking
into mirrors, There's
a mirror in my mommy's room I
gaze into one mirror I
stand up really close to me I
run back to the other mirror I'm
here, I'm there, I'm everywhere --
Submitted by Elizabeth Santos from Pottstown,
PA Teddy
bear Tell
me that your arms Teddy
bear --
Submitted by Patricia Rex from Tinley Park, IL The
table is set and everything's ready. I
invited two others to join us for tea, I'll
pour the tea and you serve the cake; It's
time to clean up and put things away. I
really enjoyed it - I hope you did too. --
Submitted by Marian L. Longfield from Las Vegas,
Nevada
WHAT ARE LITTLE BOYS MADE OF?
A sticky hug and a pocketful of bugs.
Dirty clothes and a bloody nose,
That's what little boys are made of.
A dislike for math and a reluctant bath,
A skinned knee, and a sting from a bee,
That's what little boys are made of.
kites on strings, and flowers to bring
To a mother, a grandma, a teacher or friend,
That's what little boys are made of.
A bat and a ball, and handprints on the wall,
A basketful of heartaches, but a heart full of
joys,
so give them a hug, and let the boys be boys
because...that's what little boys are made
of.
e-mail: GreKaWa@msn.com
like an unplayed with toy sitting on your
shelf,
Above the darkened waters,
hidden behind the boats,
you cannot see the dock,
so it looks like it floats.
and every fairy, monster, and elf around,
comes to this tavern on the outside of town.
They party and dance, and laugh and prance.
Then the sun comes up, and everyone
leaves,
Sit where the mushrooms grow, cross your toes,
close your eyes, and smell a rose.
Turn into a pixie just for tonight,
so you may join in and get there by
flight.
e-mail: DarkWaterTavern@aol.com
Gleaming a twinkle in butterscotch sky
And white candy cotton just floated on by
That's just how it was, and I never would
lie
We stopped and just nibbled away there for
weeks
Where a soda pop river meanders and leaks
Right into a lake they call, "Come Take a
Peek"
You could rent Necco wafers, the flavor you
wish
And row out on this saucer, a sweet fishing
dish
And catch red Swedish fish that were simply
delish
Sprinkled with sugary crystally stars
I remember it well, and everything's true
If you don't believe, I feel sorry for
you
But that's the way daydreams of childhood are
If you look out the window, you'll see it's no
lie
There's a lemony sun in a butterscotch
sky
e-mail: escheffey@aol.com
Not a creature was stirring, except me, a mouse
I will not gnaw the stockings, I'll do as I
should
Because Santa is coming, I want to be
good
But Santa Claus just counts the last part, I
hear
I won't leave an ornament ragged and torn
Or the little one's blankie so soft and so
warm
And I've got to get going before Santa Clause
shows
He will be here real soon and I've got to help
out
Because Christmas is coming without any
doubt
I snuck right by a mouse trap and almost got
zapped
Heading straight for the fireplace, for only I
knew
That someone's forgotten to open the
flue
I heard jingling of sleigh bells outside in the
snow
I could just vision Santa come down through the
spout
And get stuck in a chimney and never get
out
How a little mouse ever could open a flue
I jumped up on the chain and I gave a big tug
And then somersaulted back onto the rug
But nothing would budge and the flue wouldn't
fling
I had to save Santa and rescue the boys
Who'd be left Christmas morning without any
toys
Making Grandmother scream, I was just having
fun
I made nests of her sewing box, sawdust from
wood
But now it is Christmas and now I am
good
It was this time or never to prove I'm a mouse
So I filled every stocking with plenty of
weight
And carried each one over fireplace
grate
Tied each stocking to chain in a way they would
stick
But the flue was still closed and now Santa was
here
With the sliding of runners and the prancing of
deer
But all that came out was a crackly squeak
Old Santa was laughing up there on the roof
With no time to warn him, no signal, no
proof
That a flue was about to wreck his Christmas
Eve
So he started on down and chimney shook
And a little gray mouse now was covered with
soot
The flue popped on open, the stockings fell
down
I hid in a corner as I usually do
But he knew it was I who had opened the
flue
For he knew that a little mouse saved Christmas
Eve
Then laying a finger aside of his nose
He wrote out a letter in very fine prose
And since then I've been treated so perfectly
right
The next time you hear little mice running
loose
Just put out some cheese and we'll call it a
truce
Let me tell you a secret about Christmas Eve
The cookies and milk that you leave in the
house
Are not eaten by Santa, but left for a
mouse
e-mail: escheffey@aol.com
(written for my grandchildren)
Hummingbirds hover mid-air,
Bees like flowers, but I like showers
And my cuddly Teddy Bear.
and my bed is shaped like a moon,
My little brown dog is best friends with a
frog,
and my room is filled with balloons.
Whistle a tune at night,
Whistle a tune in the afternoon
While the wind is flying my kite.
Animal crackers and tea,
All my friends are invited in,
To share this feast with me.
My friend is four and a half,
I'm older than she, but she's bigger than me,
and all we do is laugh.
I loved her very much.
She ran away, the other day,
and I miss my kitty's touch.
Mickey is his name,
I haven't seen him in a while,
But I love him just the same.
There's a space where they used to be,
But I don't care because, wherever I go,
The others go with me.
are my favorite treats,
I eat all I can when they're in my hands,
But not when they fall at my feet.
in the middle of my tummy,
It's there because I used to be,
connected to my mommy.
I like the way it tastes,
But when my bubbles pop,
It sticks all over my face.
And they love having me there,
I wish I could stay, and play all day,
They are such a wonderful pair.
When the baby is asleep,
They must quietly play with each other,
Without making a peep.
e-mail: GreKaWa@msn.com
Hugs and kisses that beguile,
A teaparty that may last a while,
That's what little girls are made of.
Teddy bears who are permanent guests,
Private treasures in a little chest.
That's what little girls are made of.
Her greatest joy is to pretend,
Questions that never seem to end.
That's what little girls are made of.
Giggling time, and secrets to share,
Plenty of clothes, but nothing to wear.
That's what little girls are made of.
e-mail: GreKaWa@msn.com
The sky is filled with a fishernan's wish
A million fish in the heaven's blue
To be caught by a fisherman just like
you
And caste your fisherman's net for me
So bright are the sparkling stars at night
So beautiful the twinkling heavenly
light
A bounty of fish your net will hold
It's very easy to grab a star
That swims in the calm where the sea fish
are
Each fish is a star-lit mother's kiss
Look up at the fish in the night time sea
And tell me how many kisses you see
For your whole life through, there's a heart that's
full
A little one never could count that high
So vaste is the love in the evening sky
The sky is filled with a fisherman's wish
My love for you, you will never forget
Good night, sweet one, with a golden net
e-mail: escheffey@aol.com
Then I shall feel no pain
And no one will ever pinch me
To make me cry again
With shiny rainbow wings
And sprinkle magic fairy dust
To usher in the spring
Nor even have to walk
Just whisper into children's ears
The kindest little thoughts
Nor cry for someone else
For they may be a fairy
Or you may soon be one yourself
May dance upon a pin
But I would rather watch you sleep
Than play with all of them
e-mail: lisa@silentmuse.com
In a place of smooth waters and white sifted
sand
A shovel and bucket were left on the shore
By a boy in the boat on the strand who was
four
Til the boy in the skiff got a whiff of the two
And he ran toward the bucket to grab at a crab
But they walked away sideways and never were
nabbed
Two quick crawling crabs just beyond finger's
reach
Then a voice echoed out from the skiff on the
strand
Watch out that a crab doesn't nab at your
hand!
A little boy mind and a curious hand
He'll avoid getting nabbed by a crab that's
alive
And the knaw of a claw until Daddy
arrives
e-mail: escheffey@aol.com
And jump big circles all over the zoo.
I'd wear a big pocket on my body too.
I wanna be a kooky kangeroo.
Having lots of fun swimming in my school
The smartest of all animals, the ocean as my
pool.
I wanna be a dolphin so cool.
Sleeping all day getting happy and fat.
Adored as the queen of my little habitat
I wanna be cute kitty cat.
showing off my plumage, ascending into flight.
I'd chatter with the cheetah in the jungle all
night.
I wanna be a parrot so bright.
No, I don't wanna be a lizard or a frog.
The comforts of home beat living on a log.
I wanna be a little playful dog.
There's so many animals on land, in sky and
sea.
Would you live on a farm, in a swamp, or in a
tree?
What kind of animal do you wanna be?
e-mail: Pandie55@hotmail.com
Wheels on the track,
This is the way
They begin on the track.
Over the track,
Faster and faster
The rhythm of the track.
Riding in back,
Everyone hears
The rhythm of the track:
Clickety, clickety,
Clackety
Clack.
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The finest in the land.
The banners fly, and up goes a cheer,
What a wonderful day to be here!
The people come marching by,
The leader twirls and struts ahead
In a high, stiff hat of gold and red.
With boom, trill, and toot
Now fill the air with pulsing beat
To mark time for the marching feet.
In uniforms so grand,
Of crimson silk and golden braid-
Oh, how I love a parade!
e-mail: AFD10@home.com
or so my Mummy said,
with pretty wings that sparkle bright,
and a crown upon her head.
her hair as gold as sun,
her dainty feet, wet with the dew,
her laughter full of fun.
I know she's there at night,
I know that she looks after me
as any fairy might.
She stays so still and calm,
making sure that I am safe,
and coming to no harm.
at the place she's meant to be,
amongst the leaves and fallen twigs,
beneath that apple tree.
and never spied her glow,
I know she really lives there,
'cause my Mummy told me so.
e-mail: anngd@anngd.co.uk
With clowns, elephants,
and dancing bears.
And monkeys on bicycles
Riding up stairs.
There are tigers and lions
Out of their cages.
People on tightropes,
All different ages.
Best of all, are the clowns,
Some dancing, some prancing,
and some with frowns.
e-mail: AFD10@home.com
Con eine wickety wime dippity dap
Und thait wast tha song theye sang
Frem unter tha scree eine breum
Frem ober tha forrest cum Iaian Colleum
Armund con eine brickaby und eine cound
Eine mightye althawait tha creature cum downe
Eye meine bonny kinder, thee dost un brillybrow
Eye, eye tis une ditdat, thee hast me diberfrow
Evere und evere sing thine tillersaise brey
Fur thee art une nuevo stillyae camrey
e-mail: arbaker@email.unc.edu
said to the lady bug
"could you please
crawl apon that rock
and give the ant a hug"
said to the hairy spider
"could you please
make the beatle's day
and just sit down beside her"
said to the bumblebee
"could you please
share that blade of grass
with Mr. jumping flea"
said to the butterfly
"could you please
cheer up furry moth
and tell her not to cry"
said to the cricket black
" thegrasshopper would be
so pleased
if you would share your leafy snack"
would sing a happy song
to cheer up all
the little bugs
and help them get along.
e-mail: lmoan@hotmail.com
We little fishes of the sea
What in the ocean would I do
If not for children of the blue?
If the sea is full of salt?
And are the pretty clouds to blame
Just because they're full of rain?
Because I dance to stay in tune
It is the pull of gravity
Which makes me change eternally
When you're the daughter of the moon
How could I stand the ebb and tide
Without my babies by my side
e-mail: lgleming@hotmail.com
Kittens and dogs
Flittering butterflies
Snowflakes and frogs
It's baseballs and bugs
Peanut butter kisses
And Teddy bear hugs
A little lost shoe
A kiss and a hug
And then Winne the Pooh
A heart made of love
Two eyes that are made
Of the blue from above
The mind of a child
The trust of a little one
Tender and mild
The moon and the sun
The gold of the earth
And the hearts he has won
Into a boy
And with it he thrills us
With laughter and joy
Little Boy Blue?
We'll say Happy Birthday
Today he is TWO!
There are lots of things to see
And every time I look, I'm in there
Looking back at me!
A mirror in the hall
And I keep running back and forth
So I can see it all
But don't stay there very long
'Cause I'm in the other mirror, too
I've been there all along
And look me in the eye
I can almost hug myself
If I really, really try
Trying hard to cling
But then I hurry back again
So I won't miss a thing!
Loving what I see
I can't get enough of mirrors
'Cause I love to look at me!
e-mail: escheffey@aol.com
Don't go away
Hold me in your arms
Every waking day
Tell me the things
that I want to hear
Tell me that you
will always be there
will forever extend
The future that will become our past,
will be our memories
The memories that will have
an everlasting hold
The memories that I
will want to relive
Within the sky blue you behold
The beauty of me
With your spiked brown hair
And your big strong claws
You hold me close
The world melts away
No worries come my way
And life is complete
When you hold me tight
My Teddy bear
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My doll can sit over there next to
teddy.
but I guess it will have to be just us
three.
this is the one that Mom helped me bake.
I'm so glad we could all get together
today.
Having tea parties is a fun thing to do.
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