SHUFFLE-SHOON AND AMBER-LOCKS. Play happily together BUILDING BLOCKS.

 

Dr Do-Diddily and the Dee-Dot's present another wonderful verse from the American writer who wrote some of the best children's verses ever.
This is one of his best, I love it !

SHUFFLE-SHOON AND AMBER-LOCKS.

Shuffle-Shoon and Amber Locks
Sit together, building blocks;
Shuffle-Shoon is old and grey,
Amber-locks a little child
But together as they play
Age and youth are reconciled,
And with sympathetic glee
Build their castles fair to see.


"When I grow to be a man,"
See the wee ones prattle ran,
"I shall build a castle so.
With a gateway broad and grand;
Here a pretty vine shall grow,
There a soldier guard shall stand;
And the tower shall be so high
Folks will wonder, by-and-by !"

Shuffle-Shoon quoth : "Yes I know;
Thus I built long ago !
Here a gate and there a wall,
Here a window, there is door
Here a steeple wondrous tall
Riseth ever more and more !
But the years have levelled low
What I built long ago !"

So they gossiped at their play,
Heedless of the fleeting day;
One speaks of the Long Ago,
Where his dead hopes buried lie:
One with chubby cheeks aglow
Prattleth of the By-and-by ;
Side by side they built their blocks,
Shuffle-Shoon and Amber-Locks.

EUGENE FIELD

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The Perfect Body for Christmas,

Dr Do-Diddily and the Dee - Dot's The Perfect Body Said little hands to little feet “You grow bigger every day” Said little feet to little hands “Is that all you’ve got to say Why I can run and walk and jump And bang my soles together And wear the finest fur lined boots In wet and windy weather” But little hands reached out and said “Yes you can walk on land But to feel and touch the softest things You can only do with hands” “Oh no you can’”t said little feet “For carpets to are soft And I can walk on soft, soft hay That's in the farmers loft” Just then a voice boomed loud and clear “What a lot of rot you utter For without the mouth like I have You could only cough and splutter” Then with surprise the two brown eyes Looked down on all and said “ To see is the most important thing, now lets all go to bed” “ Without my legs you wouldn’t get there” “ And without my arms you’d freeze” “ For who would pull the covers up” “ Then with my nose you’d sneeze” If hair was gone and ears were none We’d all look kind of shoddy But you must admit, when you join the bits We make the perfect body Dorothy Milnes-Simm ©1985

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The Shoulder Of Mutton, by Adelaide O'Keeffe. Very funny . xxx diddilydeedot in dreamland.

Diddilydeedot's Dreamland JAMES AND THE SHOULDER OF MUTTON YOUNG Jem at noon return'd from school, As hungry as could be, He cried to Sue, the servant-maid, "My dinner give to me. " Said Sue, "It is not yet come home; Besides, it is not late. " "No matter that, " cries little Jem, "I do not like to wait. " Quick to the baker's Jemmy went And ask'd, "Is dinner done?" "It is," replied the baker's man. "Then home with it I'll run." "Nay, Sir, " replied he prudently, "I tell you 'tis too hot, And much too heavy 'tis for you. " "I tell you it is not." "Papa, mamma, are both gone out, And I for dinner long; So give it me, it is all mine, And baker, hold your tongue. "A shoulder 'tis of mutton nice! And batter-pudding too; I'm glad of that, it is so good; How clever is our Sue! " Now near the door young Jem was come, He round the corner turn'd, But oh, sad fate! unlucky chance! The dish his fingers burn'd. Now in the kennel down fell dish, And down fell all the meat: Swift went the pudding in the stream, And sail'd along the street. The people laugh'd, and rude boys grinn'd At mutton's hapless fall; But though ashamed, young Jemmy cried, "Better lose part than all." The shoulder by the knuckle seized, His hands both grasp'd it fast, And deaf to all their gibes and cries, He gain'd his home at last. "Impatience is a fault," cries Jem, "The baker told me true; In future I will patient be, And mind what says our Sue. " Beautifully written by Adelaide O'Keeffe

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A small dedication to my niece Jaimie Hughes for reminding me of the joy we had together with her sister Jody when we all stayed in Groes, Denbighshire.

Dr Do-Diddily and the Dee - Dot's This poem by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I would like to dedicate to my niece JAMIE HUGHES, who a few days ago reminded me of the time we nursed a small lamb who had been rejected by its mother, for you JAMIE, "PRECIOUS" - THE PET LAMB The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink; I heard a voice; it said, "Drink, pretty creature, drink!" And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied A snow-white mountain-lamb with a Maiden at its side. Nor sheep nor kine were near; the lamb was all alone, And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone; With one knee on the grass did the little Maiden kneel, While to that mountain-lamb she gave its evening meal. The lamb, while from her hand he thus his supper took, Seemed to feast with head and ears; and his tail with pleasure shook. "Drink, pretty creature, drink," she said in such a tone That I almost received her heart into my own. 'Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite, a child of beauty rare! I watched them with delight, they were a lovely pair. Now with her empty can the Maiden turned away: But ere ten yards were gone her footsteps did she stay. Right towards the lamb she looked; and from a shady place I unobserved could see the workings of her face: If Nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring, Thus, thought I, to her lamb that little Maid might sing: "What ails thee, young One? what? Why pull so at thy cord? Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and board? Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be; Rest, little young One, rest; what is't that aileth thee? "What is it thou wouldst seek? What is wanting to thy heart? Thy limbs are they not strong? And beautiful thou art: This grass is tender grass; these flowers they have no peers; And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears!

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UNDER THE MOON

Henrietta the Spider is knitting
a night-cap of finely woven silver for her sweetheart,
with tassels all of fallen stars and a bobble made of blue cheese.
   
Where, where?
Under the Moon!
The King of the Frogs is beating a drum with an old chicken bone
and wonders why his belly is aching.
Silly King of Frogs, - it is your own stomach you are beating!
   

Where, where?
Under the Moon!

The Prince of Pastel City is standing beneath a balcony
with one foot in a bucket of cold porridge and the other in a pretty jewelled clipper.
"Marionette, sweet Marionette" he cries
"Will you not come out and dance for me?"
From the shadows of an ancient oak an owl regards him mournfully.

Where, where?
Under the Moon!

One day I was travelling upon the Golden Highway
between Crossing-town and Worlds End.
I saw a gathering of field elves dressed in ragged kilts and cast-off clothing obviously stolen from some Oxfam or Tenovus Charity store.
"Why are you dancing in ragged kilts and cast-off clothing obviously stolen from some
Oxfam or Tenovus Charity store?"
 I asked them, thinking it might make a worthy subject for dissertation at college or public bar.
but they pelted me with cow pats and vanished down an old mine shaft.
   

Where, where?
Under the Moon!

Goodness Henrietta, are you still here knitting,
how many heads does your sweetheart have,
and why are there so many dead flies and tiny bones in the night-cap  you are making him?
Surely it will give him nightmares!
Every time I see you, you are knitting, knitting, knitting,
where and when do you find time to sweet talk your beloved?
   
Where, where?

   
Under the Moon, under the Moon.
Under the silvery, silvery Moon!

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DR. DO-DIDDILY AND THE DEE - DOT'S PRESENT

Bill Robinson pictured in 1934

Born May 25, 1878
Richmond, Virginia, U.S.
Died November 25, 1949 (aged 71)
New York City, New York, U.S.
Occupation Dancer, actor (1878-05-25)
MR. BO JANGLES

It's the title of the opening of the American page so who better than Mr Bill (Luther) Robinson, best known throughout the music world as Mr Bo Jangles.
Details of Robinson's early life are known only through legend, much of it perpetuated by Bill Robinson himself. He claims he was christened "Luther"—a name he did not like.
He suggested to his younger brother Bill that they should exchange names. When Bill objected, Luther applied his fists, and the exchange was made.

At the age of six, Robinson began dancing for a living, appearing as a "hoofer" or song-and-dance man in local beer gardens. He soon dropped out of school to pursue dancing as a career. In 1886, he joined Mayme Remington's troupe in Washington, DC, and toured with them. In 1891, at the age of 12, he joined a travelling company in The South Before the War, and in 1905 worked with George Cooper as a vaudeville team. He gained great success as a nightclub and musical comedy performer, and during the next 25 years became one of the toasts of Broadway. Not until he was 50 did he dance for white audiences, having devoted his early career exclusively to appearances on the black theater circuit.

In 1908 in Chicago, he met Marty Forkins, who became his lifelong manager. Under Forkins' tutelage, Robinson matured and began working as a solo act in nightclubs, increasing his earnings to an estimated $3500 per week. The publicity that gradually came to surround him included the creation of his famous "stair dance" (which he claimed to have invented on the spur of the moment when he was receiving an honor from the King of England, who was standing at the top of a flight of stairs; Bojangles' feet just danced up to be honoured), his successful gambling exploits, his bow ties of multiple colors, his prodigious charity, his ability to run backward (he set a world's record of 8.2 seconds for the 75-yard backward dash) and to consume ice-cream by the quart, his argot—most notably the neologism copacetic, and such stunts as dancing down Broadway in 1939 from Columbus Circle to 44th St. in celebration of his 61st birthday.

Robinson served as a rifleman in World War I with New York's 15th Infantry Regiment, National Guard. The Regiment was renamed the 369th Infantry while serving under France's Fourth Army and earned the nickname the "Harlem Hell fighters". Along with serving in the trenches in WWI, Robinson was also the 369th "Hell fighters Band" drum major Fifth Avenue on the 369th's return from overseas.

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