TIGGY'S TALES

29 December 2011

A Fall Song

by Ellen Robena Field

Golden and red trees

Nod to the soft breeze,

As it whispers, "Winter is near;"

And the brown nuts fall

At the wind's loud call,

For this is the Fall of the year.

Good-by, sweet flowers!

Through bright Summer hours

You have filled our hearts with cheer

We shall miss you so,

And yet you must go,

For this is the Fall of the year.

Now the days grow cold,

As the year grows old,

And the meadows are brown and sere;

Brave robin redbreast

Has gone from his nest,

For this is the Fall of the year.

I do softly pray

At the close of day,

That the little children, so dear,

May as purely grow

As the fleecy snow

That follows the Fall of the year.

19 September 2011

Charlotte's initial experiments with the English language include the following syllables on her now venerable vocabulary list:

- Neuw, (NO!)
- All done
- Mum
- Wool, (Will)
- Da-daa
- Nann
- on? (lights, ceiling fan, tv)
- hullo? (Hand to ear when phone is ringing)
- Bear
- Elmo
- Cookie, num num
- Bum bum, (often accompanied by derty)
- No more
- More
- Oh mammy, mammy, mammy, (go away Mum, I don't want my face washed/bum changed/chakra messed with)
- Book
- Turdle, (turtle)
- Eny, (Ernie)
- Nana, (banana)
- A-pull, (apple)
- A'ball, (ball)
- Shoes'on, (shoes)
- Dog,
- kittycat
- Pffftttt ffftttt fffttttttttt!!!!, (Elephant)
- Tongue click, click, click, (Giraffe)
- [Puffing Sound], (Monkey)
- Rrrrrr, (Lion)
- Dragon, and my favourite;
- Heeeeeee, (I look good in the mirror today).

Quick, call Oxford. The kid's a baby genius!!!