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| I'm a Wizard, I'm a Warlock I'm a wizard, I'm a warlock, I'm a wonder of the age. I'm a sorcerer, magician, prestidigitator, mage. I can change into a chicken, or perhaps a purple pig. I can wave my wand and, presto, I'm a waffle with a wig. With the power in my pinky I can burst like a balloon or transform into a tiger with the head of a baboon. If I wiggle on my earlobe or I knock upon my knee I become a dancing doughnut or a turtle in a tree. Just a simple incantation and I deftly disappear, which I never should have done because I've been this way all year. And despite my mighty magic I'm impossible to see, for I never learned the spells I need to turn back into me. Kenn Nesbitt The Tiger and the Zebra The tiger phoned the zebra and invited him to dine. He said "If you could join me that would simply be divine." The zebra said "I thank you, but respectfully decline. I heard you ate the antelope; he was a friend of mine." On hearing this the tiger cried "I must admit it's true! I also ate the buffalo, the llama and the gnu. And yes I ate the warthog, the gazelle and kangaroo, but I could never eat a creature beautiful as you. "You see I have a secret I'm embarrassed to confide: I look on you with envy and a modicum of pride. Of all the creatures ever known," the tiger gently sighed, "It seems we are the only two with such a stripy hide. "Now seeing how we share this strong resemblance of the skin, I only can conclude that we are just as close as kin. This means you are my brother and, though fearsome I have been, I could not eat my brother, that would surely be a sin." The zebra thought, and then replied "I'm certain you are right. The stripy coats we both possess are such a handsome sight! My brother, will you let me reconsider if I might? My calendar is empty so please let us dine tonight." The tiger met the zebra in his brand-new fancy car and drove him to a restaurant which wasn't very far. And when they both were seated at a table near the bar, the zebra asked "What's on the grill?" The tiger said "You are." "But please, you cannot dine on me!" the outraged zebra cried. "To cook me up and eat me is a thing I can't abide. You asked me for your trust and I unwarily complied. You said you could not eat me now you plan to have me fried?" "And what about the envy and the modicum of pride? And what of us as brothers since we share a stripy hide?" "I'm sorry," said the tiger and he smiled as he replied, "but I love the taste of zebra so, in other words, I lied." Kenn Nesbitt Frank, the Frog Collector I'm Frank, the frog collector, and I'm happy to report my collection's nearly finished; I have frogs of every sort. I record them in my journal so that every single frog is accounted for completely with an entry in my log. I have hundreds, maybe thousands of amphibians at home. I have frogs of quilted fabric. I have frogs of gleaming chrome. I have frogs of painted porcelain, and frogs of brass and tin. I have frogs you open up to find another frog within. There are small magnetic tree frogs clinging gently to the fridge and Louisiana bullfrogs on a plastic bayou bridge. I have frogs on ancient bicycles with shiny silver bells. I have frogs proposing marriage to their froggy mademoiselles. You'll see frogs ascending ladders. You'll see frogs descending stairs, yes, and frogs reclining dreamily in comfy leather chairs. I have frogs with pink umbrellas. I have frogs engrossed in books. Even frogs that dangle fishing poles in nonexistant brooks. My abode is filled with frogs from top to bottom, front to back. There are frogs in every corner, every crevice, every crack. There is only one that's missing; just one blank space in my log. So I'm begging, mom and dad, can I please have a REAL frog? Kenn Nesbitt Boys and girls come out to play Boys and girls come out to play, The moon doth* shine as bright as day, Leave your supper, and leave your sleep, And come with your playfellows into the street. Come with a whoop, come with a call, Come with a good will, or not at all. Up the ladder and down the wall, A halfpenny loaf will serve us all. You find milk, and I'll find flour, And we'll have pudding within the hour. * doth устаревшая форма глагола do в 3-м лице ед. числа настоящего времени Hark, hark, the dogs do bark Hark, hark, the dogs do bark, The beggars are coming to town Some in rags, and some in jags, And some in velvet gowns. Humpty Dumpty (Шалтай-Болтай) Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn't put Humpty together again! If all the world were paper If all the world were paper, And all the sea were ink, If all the trees were bread and cheese, What would we have to drink? Jack and Jill Jack and Jill went up the hill The fetch a pail of water; Jack feel down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after. Up got Jack and home did he trot, As fast as he could caper; Went to bed and bound his head, With vinegar and brown paper. When Jill came in how she did grin To see Jack's paper plaster; Mother vexed, did whip her next; For causing Jack's disaster. Jack-a-Nory I'll tell you a story About Jack-a-Nory, And now my story's begun; I'll tell you another, About Jack and his brother, And now my story is done. | |
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