Ismael Lo still hoping that we will see him sometime tonight
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Rhymes for Children Living in France.
Dr Dodiddily and the Dee Dot is in France tonight.
La Mère Michel
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.
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, 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.".
This poem by Stephen Southwold 1887 – 19964 is new to my website diidilydeedotsdreamland, however Andrew Southwold, is asking for help in tracing any more of his grandfathers books , verse etc
THE PIRATE SHIP
BY STEPHEN SOUTHWOLD
BY STEPHEN SOUTHWOLD
We launched our ship upon the wave,
My hardy crew and I,
We grazed the bar – a narrow shave –
Then raised our flag on high.
And, underneath our pirate flag,
We sailed the seven seas ;
We skirted Michael’s towering crag,
But bumped the Pyrenees!
We took a galleon near the line ;
We sacked a town in Spain,
We raided palace, camp, and mine;
We ruled the Spanish Main.
We fought great fleets from everywhere,
With cutlasses and dirks,
And twenty five princesses fair
We rescued from the Turks.
My crew are Tom and Jack and Nell,
The sea, our play-room floor;
The pirate ship’s a bath as well ;
The harbour-bar the door!
The wonderful Stephen Southwold, one of the many names he used during his long career in writing. But it is mainly as Stephen Southwold that the children that read his wonderful poems and rhymes. He used quite a few other names when his birthdays took him past the children’s tales and into the adult story world, gone the fairies and the pirate ships, the froggies and crocodiles, he now had to face the two world wars that followed him though his mid life. But a brilliant writer writes on as long as the world will keep on reading , but as usual time makes us humans grow older and one day in 1964, he left this world to travel to another where hopefully he is still writing wonderful stories, hopefully for the children of the Universe.
It’s a Green Tomato Day . Green Tomato Chutney. Green Tomato Jam. Green Tomato and Apple Marmalade.
DODIES KITCHEN
Now I wonder how many of you are left with quite a few
Green Tomatoes and can’t be bothered leaving them hanging around to go red.
Then don’t , I am about to give you a wonderful recipe for Green Tomato Chutney.
The cooks cottage is one of my favourite web-site as there is always a little bit of information that goes Jyotsna’s recipes. And although I am using a very old Welsh Recipe today I would like to show you this little bit of Goa
Mapusa Market, GoaFriday is market day in Mapusa, a small town in the heart of Bardez
district in Goa. It’s madness there, picking your way through
cauliflowers, cabbage, and beans of all kind. And baby clothes, plastic
tablecloths and small wooded stools.And ‘antiques’, bedcovers and
herbal medicines. Plus the tribal women from Karnataka, women with their
mirror worked cloth bags waiting to make a killing on some unsuspecting
soul, who is most likely to be an Indian tourist. It’s amazing how
European and British tourists learn, in two days flat, how to drive a
hard bargain. It is more difficult to extract a 1 rupee coin out of a
backpacker’s pocket than to perform dental surgery. So the tribal women
are in for some more rude shocks during the day. Thank’s to "Cooks Cottage" and Jyotsna Shahane aka deccanheffalump is a filmmaker, writer, cook and
mother, always in search of missing things, lost belongings, elusive
tastes, perfect pictures, subtle smells and, of course, the Holy Grail.GREEN TOMATO CHUTNEY
Ingredients
3lb green tomatoes 2 tblsp mustard
4 large apples 1½
teasp ground ginger2 small cucumbers 1 level teasps cayenne pepper
3
lge onions 1dessert sps salt6oz sultanas 22.5 fluid oz brown vinegar
¾lb Demerara sugar
Remove stalks from tomatoes, (cut the tomatoes in half if there fairly big, but leave small ones whole)
Slice and peel onions and apples, slice the cucumbers and then put all the ingredients into a large pan. I use my pressure cooker pan, (without the lid) Bring it all to the boil and allow to simmer for 2 to 3 hours or until the fruit is soft. fill jars and seal the usual way.
Make sure the jars are warm before filling with chutney, and let it cool a little before you seal either with lid or pot covers.
Another couple of recipes you might like to know for green tomatoes, are Green Tomato Jam and Green Tomato and Apple Marmalade
Trix and Nora decide it is the Spring Cleaning of the Dolls’House Day.
Seligor’s Castle Introduces
By Marie Bayne.
By Marie Bayne.
There was such a turn-up in the dolls’ house; for Nora and Trix were giving it a spring clean, and the Daddy Doll and the Sailor Boy did not like it a bit.
The Daddy Doll liked to sit in his doll’s easy chair by the hearth, and the Sailor Boy liked to lie on the pink silk sofa in the parlour. But now Nora put them both in the Baby Doll’s pram, and how silly they felt !
They put the Lady Doll and the Golliwog in the pram as well; but the Golliwog did not mind. You see, he did not live in the dolls’ house, for he was too big to go in. So he was quite pleased to sit by the Lady Doll. Then Nora and Trix set to work with a will.
First they pinned up their frocks with big safty pins, and put dust caps over their hair. Next they took all the chairs and tables out of the dolls’ house, and piled them on top of one another. They lifted the carpetsand beat them well, and they got soap suds in one of their sea-side pails, and scrubbed out every floor.
The kitchen took quite a long time to do, for they had to blacklead the range and polish the pots and pans.
"I do love blacklead !" said Trix, as she put it on, But Mother laughed and made her look in the glass, and then she saw that she had a black smudge on her cheek.
"Oh dear, what a sight I am !" she cried. But she poured some water into the toy basin and soon got it off.
"Well, what next ?" Said Trix, drying her face as she spoke.
"Now let us think !" Nora replied.
"I know what I think," said the Daddy Doll in the pram.
"Pray what sir ?" asked the Gollywog.
"I think," said the Daddy Doll, "that it is high time we had tea !"
"And so do I," sighed the Lady Doll.
"And I think ditto," said the Sailor Boy.
But Nora or Trix seemed to hear.
"We must clean the windows," said Nora at length.
"And wash the curtains ! cried Trix. And then they got out their toy wash tub, and went at it harder than ever.
When the curtains were dry, Mother ironed them; and Nora and Trix hung them up in the nice clean windows.
Then they put all the furiture back again, and there seemed nothing more to do.
"Tea-time now, surely !" said the Daddy Doll. "Oh dear ! I am sick of this pram !"
"Not I sir, believe me !" cried Golliwog. "We might be a great deal worse off !" And very soon they found out he was right.
For just then Nora and Trix caught sight of the pram. "Our dolls !" they cried; We cannot put dirty dolls into a clean dolls’ house
So they gave the Sailor Boy a proper bath, for he was a rubber doll; and the Lady Doll’s face, and combed out her long golden hair. But they could not think how to clean the other two, for their clothes wear sewn on, and they would not come off.
"I tell you what, Trix," said Nora at length: we shall have to beat them like carpets."
So they beat the dust out of the Golliwog and the Daddy doll. The Golliwog did not mind, but the Daddy Doll did not like it at all.
Then they were put back into the dolls’ house – all but the Gollywog, for he was too big to go in. And Nora put the Sailor Boy in the Daddy Doll’s chair — "For a change;" and made the Daddy Doll lie on the pink silk sofa in the parlour — and he was so cross.
"What a mercy," he said, "that Nora and Trix do not often spring-clean !"
The End.
A Lucky Ducky …. But now you can have 9 Lucky Duckings, wow
The beginning of a Wonderful Rhyming Alphabet from Joan Gale Thomas
Diddilydeedot’s Dream – Land
introduces you to:
An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes over 70 yrs old
introduces you to:
An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes over 70 yrs old
A STANDS FOR ANGEL
A stands for Angel,
With shining white wings,
Who drives away shadows
And frightening things.
With shining white wings,
Who drives away shadows
And frightening things.
I’m never afraid
If it’s dark on the stairs,
Or think that the shadows
Are goblins or bears,
For I know there’s an angel
Who waits at the bend,
To see that I’m safe
Till I get to the end.
As this little adventure of Rhymes is 26 pages long, I will do them a few at a time.
Lullaby for a Naughty Girl
Dr. DoDiddily and the Dee Dot’s
THE BALKAN MUSES
Romania. Bulgaria. Macedonia. Albania. Greece. Slovenia
Transylvania. Croatia. Bosnia Herzegovina. Crete
A Lullaby for a Naughty Girl
Oh peace, my Penelope: slaps are the fate
Of all little girls who are born to be great;
And the greatest of Queens have all been little girls
And dried up their tears on their kerchiefs or curls.
The dark Cleopatra was slapped on the head,
And she wept as she lay in her great golden bed;
But the dark Cleopatra woke up with a smile
As she thought of the little boats out on the Nile.
And Helen of Troy had many a smack:
She moaned and she murmered the Greek for "Alack!
But the sun rose in Argos, and wonderful joy
Came with the morning to Helen of Troy.
They sent Guinevere without supper to sleep
In her grey little room at the top of the Keep;
And the stars over Camelot waited and wept
Till the peeping moon told them that Guinevere slept.
There was grief in Castile and disay in Madrid
When they slapped Isabella for something she did;
But she slept – and could laugh in the morning again
At the Dons of Castile, the Hidalgos of Spain.
So sleep, my Penelope: slaps are the fate
of all little girls who are born to be great;
But the world is a lovelier place than it seems
And a smack cannot follow you into your dreams.
Emile Victor Rieu CBE (10 February 1887 – 11 May 1972)he retired as general editor of the Penguin Classics series, he had overseen the publication of about 160 volumes, he was far less known for his children’s verse.
His own poems were very much a side-line for Rieu, mainly aimed at children, but they are not without their own charm.
Romania. Bulgaria. Macedonia. Albania. Greece. Slovenia
Transylvania. Croatia. Bosnia Herzegovina. Crete
A Lullaby for a Naughty Girl
Oh peace, my Penelope: slaps are the fate
Of all little girls who are born to be great;
And the greatest of Queens have all been little girls
And dried up their tears on their kerchiefs or curls.
Oh sleep; and your heart that has sobbed for so long
Will mend and grow merry and wake you to song;
For the world is lovelier place than it seems,
And a smack cannot follow you into your dreams.
The dark Cleopatra was slapped on the head,
And she wept as she lay in her great golden bed;
But the dark Cleopatra woke up with a smile
As she thought of the little boats out on the Nile.
And Helen of Troy had many a smack:She moaned and she murmered the Greek for "Alack!
But the sun rose in Argos, and wonderful joy
Came with the morning to Helen of Troy.
They sent Guinevere without supper to sleep
In her grey little room at the top of the Keep;
And the stars over Camelot waited and wept
Till the peeping moon told them that Guinevere slept.
There was grief in Castile and disay in Madrid
When they slapped Isabella for something she did;
But she slept – and could laugh in the morning again
At the Dons of Castile, the Hidalgos of Spain.
And oh, how Elizabeth cried in her cot
When she wanted her doll and her Nanny said not!
But the sparrows awoke and the summer sun rose,
And there was the doll on the bed b her toes!
So sleep, my Penelope: slaps are the fate
of all little girls who are born to be great;
But the world is a lovelier place than it seems
And a smack cannot follow you into your dreams.
Emile Victor Rieu CBE (10 February 1887 – 11 May 1972)he retired as general editor of the Penguin Classics series, he had overseen the publication of about 160 volumes, he was far less known for his children’s verse.
His own poems were very much a side-line for Rieu, mainly aimed at children, but they are not without their own charm.
What a lovely Poem xxx
Llyfr Del – Little Book. Cosyn Felyn Bach by Gwilym Roberts
LLYFR DEL 
Cosyn Melyn Bach yn Mynd i Nôl Burum i Mam
Little Yellow Rose is going back to Mother Yeast
Gan, Gwilym Roberts
Cosyn Melyn Bach yn mynd ar daith go bell i nôl burum i mam, ac mi ddoth
ar draws dyn yn torri [gwair]. [Yna ar draws dyn yn torri clawdd.]
‘Ble rwyt ti’n mynd, Cosyn Melyn Bach?’ medde’r dyn oedd yn torri clawdd.
‘I nôl burum i mam’, medde fo.
A dyma’r hen ddyn ‘ma’n trio hitio Cosyn Melyn Bach efo cryman.
‘Wel, dwi ‘di dod heibio dyn yn torri gwair, ac mi â’i heibio chitha,
os galla’i’, medde Cosyn Melyn Bach. A dyma fo jymp yn ‘i flaen . A mi ath am
bwl wedyn a dod ar draws dyn yn torri mawn. A dyma hwnnw’n gofyn:
‘Lle rwyt ti’n mynd, Cosyn Melyn Bach?’
‘I nôl burum i mam’, medde fo, ‘dwi wedi dwad heibio dyn yn torri gwair,
heibio dyn yn torri clawdd, ac mi â’i heibio chitha, os galla’i’, medde
fo, felna. A dyma’r hen ddyn ‘ma’n ceisio hitio Cosyn Melyn Bach hefo coes huarn
torri mawn.
A mi ath yn ‘i flaen wedyn, ac odd hi’n dechre twyllu erbyn hyn. A dyma Cosyn
Melyn Bach yn dwad i ryw hen goed mawr, ac yn ‘i flaen ath o, a dyma ryw hen
lew mawr yn dod i’w gwfwr o yn y coed ‘ma. Dyma’r hen lew yn gofyn i Cosyn Melyn
Bach:
‘Lle rwyt ti’n mynd, Cosyn Melyn Bach?’
‘I nôl burum i mam’, medde fo, felna.
‘Tyrd ar fy nghefn i’, medde’r hen lew ‘ma wrth Cosyn Melyn Bach.
‘Na, na, wir’, medyde Cosyn Melyn Bach, ‘mae gen i ormod o’ch ofn chi’, medde
fo, felna.
‘Wel, tyrd ar fy ngwar i, ‘te’, medde’r hen lew ‘ma wrth Cosyn Melyn Bach.
‘Na, na, wir’, medde Cosyn Melyn Bach, ‘mae gen i ormod o’ch ofn chi’, medde
fo, felna.
‘Wel, tyrd ar fy mhen i, ‘te’, medde fo wrth Cosyn Melyn Bach.
‘Na, na, wir, mae’ch ofn chi arna i’, medde fo, felna.
‘Wel, tyrd ar fy nhrwn i, ‘te’, medde’r hen lew ‘ma wrth Cosyn Melyn Bach.
A Cosyn Melyn Bach wedi mynd rwan odd o’n crynu fel deilen, ac ofn ofnadwy,
a hithe’n dechre mynd yn nos. ‘Tyrd ar fy nhrwyn i’, medde’r hen lew ‘ma.
‘Na, na, wir’, medde Cosyn Melyn Bach, ‘mae gen i ormod o’ch ofn chi’, medda
fo, felna.
A dyma’r hen lew ‘ma yn neidio amdano fo, ac ‘AWCH!’, medde fo , felna, a
dyma fo’n llyncu Cosyn Melyn Bach. [Chwerthin]
Eleanor Farjeon, why do we love her? Because she always makes us children laugh. Hooray!!
Diddilydeedot’sDreamland
brings you
to
HOME
COMFORT’S
with
Eleanor Farjeon
Tarragon,
Tansy, Thyme, and
Teasel.
Timothy went to
Aragon
Riding on a
weasel,
To
ask the Dons for Tarragon,
Tansy, Thyme, and
Teasel.
The Dons they met in
Aragon
Didn’t like the weasel,
So Timothy got
no Tarragon,
Tansy, Thyme, or
Teasel.
Then I Saw
Once upon a
time
I looked out of the window,
I looked out
of the window
For to
find a rhyme:
There I saw the
kitchenmaid
Kneeling
half awake
For Cinnamon and Saffron
To put
inside a cake.
Once upon a time I looked
through the keyhole
I looked through the
keyhole,
For to find a rhyme:
There I saw a
king or two
All in gold and fur
Stooping for
sandalwood,
Frankincense and Myrrh.
Once
upon a time
I looked from the roof-top,
I
looked from the roof-top
For to find a
rhyme:
There I saw a little boy
Astride the
Butcher’s broom
Sending up a rocket
Till its
head burst into bloom.
Once upon a time
I
looked through the doorway,
I looked through the
doorway
For to
find a rhyme:
There I
saw a little girl
With
nothing on her feet
Gathering Willowherb
And
Meadowsweet.
Two beautiful
little rhymes from the, oh so talented, Eleanor
Farjeon.
Prince Valcour 