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Little ones favourite night time song
What is your little ones fav song to be sung at night to help them settle to sleep, or if they get upset??
Amelias is Benjamin Bowmaneer or fre jacques.
Amelias is Benjamin Bowmaneer or fre jacques.
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Hush little baby don't say a word. mummy's gonna buy you a mocking bird etc.
or there was one about bump the elephant, the only line I can now remember is "bump the elephant isn't quite as elegant" (or maybe it is "eloquent", but that may be part of another verse!)
OH always used to sing teddy bears picnic.
or there was one about bump the elephant, the only line I can now remember is "bump the elephant isn't quite as elegant" (or maybe it is "eloquent", but that may be part of another verse!)
OH always used to sing teddy bears picnic.
wow! fab answers, her fav story is wheres my cow by terry prachett and my cat likes to hide in boxes. but i can remember one night where i sung fre jacques for four hours solid whilst she sobbed her heart out there was nothing else to soothe her (she had a chronic skin infection and couldnt settle, shes 2 now btw but cant seem to change my avitar).
Murraymints used to love that song, until the kid in the flat above kept singing it over and over again for an hour every Sunday at 7.00, but kept missing out the last line, it used to drive me nuts, went on for 6 months till they moved out. Did try to tell him the missing lines, but being only 2 he knew better.
My father used to serenade me with:
R stands for Royal,
Royal the pride of the line.
A stands for the Action we saw,
Down in old Palestine.
S stands for the Service we give,
Morning, noon and night.
C stands for the Colours we wear,
Blue, yellow and white.
I was also regaled with a little ditty named Keiller's Jam.
He was proud of his 5 years overseas during the Second World War.
R stands for Royal,
Royal the pride of the line.
A stands for the Action we saw,
Down in old Palestine.
S stands for the Service we give,
Morning, noon and night.
C stands for the Colours we wear,
Blue, yellow and white.
I was also regaled with a little ditty named Keiller's Jam.
He was proud of his 5 years overseas during the Second World War.
I remember my nan singing 'my grandfathers clock'
My grandfather's clock
Was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half
Than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn
Of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride;
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
CHORUS:
Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
In watching its pendulum
Swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent while a boy;
And in childhood and manhood
The clock seemed to know,
And to share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four
When he entered at the door,
With a blooming and beautiful bride;
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
CHORUS
My grandfather said
That of those he could hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found;
For it wasted no time,
And had but one desire,
At the close of each week to be wound.
And it kept in its place,
Not a frown upon its face,
And its hand never hung by its side.
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
CHORUS
It rang an alarm
In the dead of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we knew that his spirit
Was pluming for flight,
That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time,
With a soft and muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side.
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
My grandfather's clock
Was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half
Than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn
Of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride;
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
CHORUS:
Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
In watching its pendulum
Swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent while a boy;
And in childhood and manhood
The clock seemed to know,
And to share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four
When he entered at the door,
With a blooming and beautiful bride;
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
CHORUS
My grandfather said
That of those he could hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found;
For it wasted no time,
And had but one desire,
At the close of each week to be wound.
And it kept in its place,
Not a frown upon its face,
And its hand never hung by its side.
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
CHORUS
It rang an alarm
In the dead of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we knew that his spirit
Was pluming for flight,
That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time,
With a soft and muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side.
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.
4get, mum sang that stinky poos song to all of us :(
My 2 like the poem by AA Milne, think it was kermit the frog who sang it too
Halfway down the stairs
is a stair
where i sit.
there isn't any
other stair
quite like
it.
i'm not at the bottom,
i'm not at the top;
so this is the stair
where
I always
stop.
Halfway up the stairs
Isn't up
And it isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery,
It isn't in town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head.
It isn't really
Anywhere!
It's somewhere else
Instead!
My 2 like the poem by AA Milne, think it was kermit the frog who sang it too
Halfway down the stairs
is a stair
where i sit.
there isn't any
other stair
quite like
it.
i'm not at the bottom,
i'm not at the top;
so this is the stair
where
I always
stop.
Halfway up the stairs
Isn't up
And it isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery,
It isn't in town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head.
It isn't really
Anywhere!
It's somewhere else
Instead!
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