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OH SUSANNA

I come from Alabama

With my banjo on my knee

I’m going to Louisiana

My true love for to see

It rained all night the day I left

The weather it was dry

The sun so hot

I froze to death

Susanna don’t you cry

Oh Susanna

Oh don’t you cry for me

For I come from Alabama

With my banjo on my knee

I had a dream the other night

When everything was still

I thought I saw Susanna

A-coming down the hill

The buckwheat cake was in her mouth

The tear was in her eye

Says I, I’m coming from the south

Susanna don’t you cry

Oh Susanna

Oh don’t you cry for me

For I come from Alabama

With a banjo on my knee

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IF THE WORLD WAS CRAZY

If the world was crazy you know what I’d eat ?

A big slice of soup and a whole quart of meat

A lemonade sandwich and then I might try

Some roasted ice cream or a bicycle pie

A nice notebook salad an underwear roast

An omelette of hats and some crisp cardboard toast

A thick malted milk made from  pencils and daisies

And that’s what I’d eat if the world was crazy

If the world was crazy you know what I’d wear ?

A chocolate suit and a tie of eclair

Some marshmallow earmuffs some licorice shoes

And I’d read a paper of peppermint news

I’d call the boys Suzie and call the girls Harry

I’d talk through my ears and I always would carry

A paper umbrella for when it grew hazy

To keep in the rain if the world was crazy

If the world were crazy you know what I’d do ?

I’d walk on the ocean and swim in my shoe

I’d fly through the ground and skip through the air

I’d run down the bathtub and bathe on the stair

When I met somebody I’d say “G’bye Jo”

And when I was leaving the I’d say “Hello”

And the greatest of men would be silly and lazy

So I would be king if the world was crazy

 

 

THE JUMBLIES

They went to sea in a sieve they did

In a sieve they went to sea

In spite of all their friends could say

On a winter’s morn on a stormy day

In a sieve they went to sea !

And when the sieve turned round and round

And everyone cried “You’ll all be drowned !”

They called aloud “Our sieve ain’t big

But we don’t care a button !

We don’t care a fig !

In a sieve we’ll go to sea !”

Far and few far and few

Are the lands where the Jumblies live

Their heads are green and their hands are blue

And they went to sea in a sieve

They sailed away in a sieve they did

In a sieve they sailed so fast

With only a beautiful pea-green veil

Tied with a riband by way of a sail

To a small tobacco-pipe mast

And everyone said who saw them go

“O won’t they be soon upset you know !

For the sky is dark and the voyage is long

And happen what may it’s extremely wrong

In a sieve to sail so fast !”

Far and few far and few

Are the lands where the Jumblies live

Their heads are green and their hands are blue

And they went to sea in a sieve

The water it soon came in it did

The water it soon came in

So to keep them dry they wrapped their feet

In pinky paper all folded neat

And they fastened it down with a pin

And they passed the night in a crockery-jar

And each of them said “How wise we are !

Though the sky be dark and the voyage be long

Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong

While round in our sieve we spin !”

Far and few far and few

Are the lands where the Jumblies live

Their heads are green and their hands are blue

And they went to sea in a sieve

And all night long they sailed away

And when the sun went down

They whistled and warbled a moony song

To the echoing sound of the coppery gong

In the shade of the mountains brown

“O Timballo ! How happy we are

When we live in a sieve and a crockery-jar

And all night long in the moonlight pale

We sail away with a pea-green sail

In the shade of the mountain brown !”

Far and few far and few

Are the lands where the Jumblies live

Their heads are green and their hands are blue

And they went to sea in a sieve

They sailed to the Western Sea they did

To a land all covered with trees

And they bought an owl and a useful cart

And a pound of rice and a cranberry tart

And a hive of silvery bees

The bought a pig and some green jack-daws

And a lovely monkey with lollipop paws

And forty bottles of Ringo-Bo-Ree

And no end of Stilton cheese

Far and few far and few

Are the lands where the Jumblies live

Their heads are green and their hands are blue

And they went to sea in a sieve

And in twenty years they all came back

In twenty years or more

And every one said “How tall they’ve grown !

For they’ve been to the Lakes and the Torrible Zone

And the hills of the Chankly Bore.”

And they drank their health and gave them a feast

Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast

And every one said “If we only live

We too will go to sea in a sieve

To the hills of the Chankly Bore !”

Far and few far and few

Are the lands where the Jumblies live

Their heads are green and their hands are blue

And they went to sea in a sieve

(Written by Edward Lear)

 

 

 

MY DAD’S THUMB

My dad’s thumb

Can stick pins in wood

Without flinching

It can crush family size matchboxes

In one stroke

And lever off  jam-jar lids without piercing

At the pierce here sign

If it wanted

It could be a bath-plug

Or a paint-scraper

A keyhole cover or a tap-tightener

It’s already a great nutcracker

And it it dressed up

It could easily pass

As a broad bean or big toe

In actual fact it’s quite simply

The world’s fastest envelope burster

(Written by Michael Rosen)

 

HOPALOOKANGAROO

If you can jigaloo

Jigaloo

I can do

The jigaloo too

For I’m the jiggiest

Jigaloo kangaroo

Jigaloo all night through

Jigaloo all night through

If you can boogaloo

Boogaloo

I can do

The boogaloo too

For I’m the boogiest

Boogaloo kangaroo

Boogaloo all night through

Boogaloo all night through

But bet you can’t hopaloo

Hopaloo

Like I can do

For I”m the hoppiest

Hopaloo kangaroo

Hopaloo all night through

Hopaloo all night through

Gonna show you steps

You never knew

And guess what guys ?

My baby in my pouch

Will be dancing too

(Written by John Agard)

 

SING ME A SONG OF TEAPOTS AND TRUMPETS

Sing me a song of teapots and trumpets

Trumpets and teapets

And tippets and taps

Trippers and trappers

And jelly bean wrappers

And pigs in pajamas

With zippers and snaps

Sing me a song of sneakers and snoopers

Snookers and sneapers

And snappers and snacks

Snorkels and snarkles

A seagull that gargles

And gargoyles and gryphons

And other knick knacks

Sing me a song pf parsnips and pickles

Picsnips and parkles

And pumpkins and pears

Plumbers and mummers

And kettle drum drummers

And plum jam (yum-yum jam)

All over their chairs

Sing me a song –

But never you mind it !

I’ve had enough of this nonsense. Don’t cry

Criers and fliers

And onion ring fryers –

It’s more than I want to put up with !

Good-by !

(Written by N M Bodecker)