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Friday, May 08, 2009

old mother's day is new again

Holy, Moley, have I enough posts to attempt a RE-POST???

By George, I DO.

And here it is, from Sunday, May 14th, 2006:

(For your enjoyment: the poem my mom would recite to me when I was a child. I can't tell you how many times I've fallen asleep to this...)
The Sugar-Plum Tree

Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree?
'Tis a marvel of great renown!
It blooms on the shore of the Lollipop sea
In the garden of Shut-Eye Town;
The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet
(As those who have tasted it say)
That good little children have only to eat
Of that fruit to be happy next day.

When you've got to the tree, you would have a hard time
To capture the fruit which I sing;
The tree is so tall that no person could climb
To the boughs where the sugar-plums swing!
But up in that tree sits a chocolate cat,
And a gingerbread dog prowls below-
And this is the way you contrive to get at
Those sugar-plums tempting you so:

You say but the word to that gingerbread dog
And he barks with such terrible zest
That the chocolate cat is at once all agog,
As her swelling proportions attest.
And the chocolate cat goes cavorting around
From this leafy limb unto that,
And the sugar-plums tumble, of course, to the ground-
Hurrah for that chocolate cat!

There are marshmallows, gumdrops, and peppermint canes,
With stripings of scarlet or gold,
And you carry away of the treasure that rains
As much as your apron can hold!
So come, little child, cuddle closer to me
In your dainty white nightcap and gown,
And I'll rock you away to that Sugar-Plum Tree
In the garden of Shut-Eye Town.


Shawn said...

Re-posting seems like the cool thing to do---all the cool bloggers are doing it!

Love the poem!

* said...

So sweet.
PS: yep, don't ya love the re-posting thing! ;)
PPS: found you on Mormon mommy blogs

Bunsies said...

I still love this poem. Thanks for sharing it, again.

Melissa said...

Some of my favorite memories are of laying upstairs, in Grandma's old house, with all of the cousins in one big bed, in the sweltering heat of summer, with the windows open wide, and the big attic fan on trying to pull a breeze through the house, the whistles of the not-so distant trains blowing and the crickets chiruping, and Grandma's voice, or my mom's as they would sing to us and read us the Sugar Plum Tree. That is my all time favorite poem. Thanks for the sweet memories!