Carols for Schools

These are the two sets of lyrics I like best, I think – and they are very different in mood. See what Jools thinks when this christmas oratorio is over… one I have posted before, but as a pair? I’m not sure I’ve got any more Yule inside to find. My head is whirling with Bells? Angels? Snow? Not allowed trees, presents, Santa Claus, elves, holly or Ivy.

I’ve come back to sheep. You know where you are with sheep.

Is it possible to get Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome from over exposure to Christmas?

Especially in August?

 

Walk through the waiting night
Through the sleeping fields
To the shining light..
Follow the star.

Walk through the waiting night
Through the sleeping fields
To the shining light..
Follow the star.

Come to the crib, Shepherd,
Don’t be afraid.
Here is the child, Shepherd,
Here is the Maid.

Take up thy lamb, Shepherd,
Take up thy lamb.
Cover him warm, Shepherd,
Close as you can..

Walk through the waiting night
Through the sleeping fields
To the shining light..
Follow the star.

Walk through the waiting night
Through the sleeping fields
To the shining light..
Follow the star.

He is a child, Shepherd,
Helpless and new,

But when he’s grown, Shepherd
He’ll carry you.

He is a child, Shepherd,
Helpless and new,
But when he’s grown, Shepherd
He’ll carry you.
Yes, He’ll carry you..

Walk through the waiting night
Through the sleeping fields
To the shining light
Follow the star…

Walk through the waiting night
Through the sleeping fields
To the shining light
Follow the star…

 

 

Suns and Moons

Suns and moons and

stars are dancing,

waltzing in the sky.

Birds and songs and

hopes and wishes

flying round on high!

 

Hear the loud bells!

Hear the carols!

Sing the glory!

Sing the joy!

 

He is born

this Christmas morning!

Mary’s little boy!

 

Deer are running

in the forest

Hares leap for

the moon!

Tigers twirling,

Hippos whirling!

Crickets

strum the tune!

 

Hear the loud bells!

Hear the carols!

Sing the glory!

Sing the joy!

 

He is born

this Christmas morning!

Mary’s little boy!

 

Under earth the

worms are turning

Twisting with

the beat!

Moles step out in

velvet waistcoats

Underneath

our feet

 

Hear the loud bells!

Hear the carols!

Sing the glory!

Sing the joy!

He is born

this Christmas morning!

Mary’s little boy!

 

All creation

joins the shout of

Universal joy!

 

He is born

this Christmas morning!

Mary’s little boy!

 

 

X marks the spot

And there it is! The last poem of my Children’s Alphabet written ( not quite in order!)

And with my agent.

That was fun.

Now to write the companion volume of An Alphabet of children’s poems for Parents…

X MARKS THE SPOT

 

A map must be found

in a cave

Underground

Near a beach on wild seas

Where the water sweeps in

with an unearthly din

And runs all round the cave

With a rush and a roar

Leaving a tangle of weed

On the floor

As the water sucks out..

 

In the weed

Is a bag

Full of salty wet sand

And half buried inside

Is a chest made of wood

Ribbed with iron gone red

Flaking off from the rust

Of the years on the floor

Of the ocean itself

In the dimness and dark.

 

In the chest

Is a map

Rotting now in the folds

Yellow, dog-eared, forlorn,

Crisp to touch, dank to hold,

Of an island

A bay,

A tall ship

A large rock..

 

And right there,

In the centre,

An X

Marks the spot.

 

But what spot

Does it mark?

What is buried down there?

Is it crusty doubloons,

Is it ropes of dull pearls,

Is it wealth beyond dreams

Won through other men’s blood

In a raid or a war?

 

Or is it a curse?

The white bones of a death

That will rise in the light

Of the opening lid

And dance hideous jigs

As they take their revenge

On the unlucky kid

Who revealed what was hid

From the merciless sky?

 

Well; who knows?

Would you be a hero?

Would you be the one

Brave enough

To find out?

Rather you, friend,

Than I!

W is for Witch

W IS FOR WITCH

 

When it’s very very dark

And the wind is howling loud

And a star’s caught in the tree

And there’s no-one here but me

That’s when

I see the witch!

 

When you look straight at the moon

And it’s very white and full

And a figure sails right past it

With a tall hat and a broom

And your thumbnails start to itch

That’s the witch!

 

I don’t know who she is

And I don’t know what she does

But I don’t think that I like her

Or I want to know her better –

I would rather just go home

And climb up to my room

And hide underneath my duvet

With a Twix.

Aroint thee, witch!

U is for Ethelred the Unready

U IS FOR ETHELRED THE UNREADY

Ethelred the Unready was a famous English King.

He is my favourite monarch and his praises I shall sing.

I know exactly how he felt; I live my life like that.

The only one that’s worse than me is Ginger Tom the cat.

 

When all the rest are in the hall, all packed and good to go,

Someone says Sammy, where’s your shoe? And I never, ever know.

Why aren’t you ready? They all cry

Oh, Sammy, you’re a prat!

I don’t say anything at all; I sit and hug the cat.

 

It’s all the same with everything; with finishing a meal,

catching a ball, going to school; they don’t know how I feel.

They think I’m just a dozy kid, but that is not the thing.

I’m on a secret mission; I’m following my King.

Z is for Zebra

Z IS FOR ZEBRA

Have you ever seen a zebra

Try to cross the road?

I’ve seen a fox attempt it;

I’ve even seen a toad.

 

I’ve seen a thousand people

Walk between the snorting cars

A lady with a llama,

A man with a Ming Vase…

 

But I’ve never seen a zebra

Try to cross the road.

Despite the stripey pathways

They don’t seem to read the code.

V is for Velociraptor

V IS FOR VELOCIRAPTOR

If you are in a jungle,

Hunting for a treasure trove,

And you hear a sudden rustle,

Don’t move!

 

If you are in a jungle,

And you aren’t moving at all,

And you hear another rustle,

Only on the other side,

Stand still!

 

If you are in a jungle,

Standing very, very still,

And you hear a tiny growling

Coming from the trees behind you,

Just freeze!

 

If you are in a jungle,

And you’re frozen to the spot

And you see a red eye gleaming

In the darkness right beside you,

Don’t breathe!

 

If you are in a jungle

And you know they’re all around you,

With their greedy ripping claws,

And their clever bony faces

And their razor shiny teeth,

Don’t hesitate a second:

WAKE UP!

R is for Robot

R IS FOR ROBOT

My grandmother doesn’t like robots.

She says they will take everybody’s jobs.

She says robot cars will bang into each other.

She says she hates talking to robots on the phone.

She says she doesn’t want her wardrobe telling her what to wear.

But they look great in films.

I’m really looking forward to them.

Which is just as well.

Because I think they are already here.

In hiding.

Only she hasn’t noticed.