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Jun 21 '07 by Bowtie

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Favourite Childrens Song or Poem Post it Here :)

I thought this could be an interesting collection, songs and poems from childhood are often fond recollections and fluffly and snuggly like clouds made of marshmallows. Or about spew and snot and dead possums in the outside dunny (I had a few books of those verses as a kid too).

So I invite everyone to put up there favourite poem, song or limmerick that they adored as a child.

To start here is mine:

The Frog jumped out of the pond one day
And found himself in the rain
Said he, "I'll get wet and I might catch a cold."
So he jumped in the pond once again.

Yeah, think about it...
There are many I like, but the irony of this one appealed to me since my Playschool watching days. Silly froggy.

Now for yours....

martiandrivein on Jun 21 '07 at 8:47pm

Ladybug ladybug
fly away home
your house is on fire
your children will burn.

juliejeremiah on Jun 21 '07 at 8:47pm

I made an airplane out of stone. . . I always did like staying home.

-Shel Silverstein

ButtercupPez on Jun 21 '07 at 8:54pm

JABBERWOCKY
Lewis Carroll
(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.