The King’s Breakfast
By A. A. Milne 1882–1956, from The Complete Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh (Dutton, 1998).
The King asked
The Queen, and
The Queen asked
“Could we have some butter for
The Royal slice of bread?”
The Queen asked
I’ll go and tell
Before she goes to bed.”
And went and told
“Don’t forget the butter for
The Royal slice of bread.”
“You’d better tell
That many people nowadays
And went to
She curtsied to the Queen, and
She turned a little red:
For taking of
But marmalade is tasty, if
The Queen said
And went to
“Talking of the butter for
The Royal slice of bread,
Would you like to try a little
The King said,
And then he said,
“Oh, dear me!”
The King sobbed, “Oh, deary me!”
And went back to bed.
“Could call me
A fussy man;
I only want
A little bit
Of butter for
The Queen said,
And went to
Said, “There, there!”
And went to the shed.
The cow said,
I didn’t really
Here’s milk for his porringer
And butter for his bread.”
The Queen took
And brought it to
The King said,
And bounced out of bed.
“Nobody,” he said,
As he kissed her
“Nobody,” he said,
As he slid down
Could call me
A fussy man—
I do like a little bit of butter to my bread!”
I had wanted to allocate one Bookmark Monday segment for covering Singapore history and its road to independence. However there aren’t any books (I haven’t found them and I’ve asked the librarians but if you know of any, please drop me a note!) for young readers, and the most elementary that I have found is in the Primary Four level Social Studies syllabus. But that’s for another post…
For this week’s post, as an alternative to the printed page, I thought I would list a couple of events that have been organised in celebration of Singapore’s 47th National Day, that we ourselves are thinking of checking out.
- TimeOut has published a short article listing four activities for kids in Singapore this month. Click on this link to find out more. Among the listed activities, is free entry to the Istana on 5 August, art and craft activities at the Arts and Heritage Village and complimentary entry into the Istana Building (otherwise priced at $2) if your child participates in the On-the-Spot Art competition.
- The National Museum of Singapore, in a collaboration with the National Archives of Singapore is displaying an exhibition titled 45-65: Liberation, Unrest…a New Nation at its Stamford Gallery on Level 1. This is a free admission exhibition running till 18 November. It’s free, it runs for some time, I don’t have to be asked twice. 🙂
- And for the entire month of August 2012, the National Heritage Board is offering free entry for Singaporean citizens and permanent residents to the permanent galleries of the following museums – Asian Civilisations Museum, Memories at Old Ford Factory, National Museum of Singapore, Peranakan Museum, Reflections at Bukit Chandu, Singapore Art Museum and Singapore Philatelic Museum.
To all our Singaporean readers, Happy 47th National Day!
A project in progress, DH and the kids dipped old newspaper strips in a craft glue solution to make a papier mache mix, which was then moulded around a plastic water bottle to form the shape of the shark.
Currently finished in acrylic paint and awaiting the next free afternoon to work on detailing the sharks’ features. 🙂
This is the floor of my home office.
This is the open toy bag that lay on the floor of my home office.
These are the dinosaurs spilled out, from the open toy bag that lay on the floor of my home office.
This is the container, yellow and tall, that towers over the dinosaurs spilled out, from the open toy bag that lay on the floor of my home office.
These are the bricks all scattered about, that go in the container, yellow and tall, that towers over the dinosaurs spilled out, from the open toy bag that lay on the floor of my home office.
This is the stuffie horse and plastic spoon belonging to the children, that played with the bricks all scattered about, that go in the container, yellow and tall, that towers over the dinosaurs spilled out, from the open toy bag that lay on the floor of my home office.
This is the mummy who paused in the middle of work and thought up a nonsense rhyme as she picked up the stuffie horse and plastic spoon (and everything else) belonging to the children, that played with the bricks all scattered about, that go in the container, yellow and tall, that towers over the dinosaurs spilled out, from the open toy bag that lay on the floor of my home office.
From L to R, meet…
Bumblebee (“What happened to his arms?” “He lost them when he was fighting…”)
Powerpack (“Heyyy, give me back the yellow and black blocks on his shoulders!” “No, they are his power packs.” “They are not, they are my Bumblebee’s arms”), and
Optimus Prime (“No Mum, we didnt run out of blue blocks, the black thing on his right arm is his gun”).
She draws a flower and colours it in on the sheet of paper.
“Very nice, dear. Um, how about doing some writing? You’ve been drawing a lot and we’ve not touched writing for some days.”
A messy sheaf of recycled paper full of her brother’s and her drawings is stacked loosely on the blue table in the room, teasing me cheekily with its precarious tipping over the table’s edge.
“No…I don’t want to write”.
“Just a little? Shall I pick a short verse or phrase?”
Silently, thoughtfully, she fingers the markers in the box.
“Mummy, how do you spell ‘Jesus’”?
“J E S U S”.
“J E S U S. Okay.” I can hear the light scratching of the marker against paper as she prints each letter out.
“And this is the bread, and this is the blood, and a heart, ‘cos God loves us and Jesus died on the cross.”
“Very nice. Pretty much the gospel in a nutshell! Are you drawing anything else?”
Nevermind the writing practice, I tell myself it can wait another day.
“I’ll draw…a little girl standing here, and a little boy…”
The marker continues etching out a busy little trail.
“…when we sin…Jesus is sad…but when we are good…He is happy…right?”
“So this is wrong…” she marks an X beside the sad face, “and this is right!”, she finishes off with a tick beside the happy face.
She goes on to finish a few more details on the sheet, before handing it to me as a present, and running off to join her brother in play.
Leaving me here holding on to this precious piece of paper. I’m not adding this one to the stack. 🙂
I don’t know that we’d done writing practice as I would have envisioned it to be…
but I’m pretty sure we’ve just had a very good session of Word practice!
All your children will be taught by the Lord,
and great will be their peace. – Isaiah 54:13
Hugging each other in the morning, and the afternoon and the evening and the night again, just because.
Three chocaholics sharing ONE chocolate milkshake.
Bedtime prayers for “going to the Singapore Zoo, Jurong Bird Park and Dinosaur Show”. Every night. Even though the last time we all went was six months ago.
Counting down from months to days to the actual day of bundling into the car – horses and dinosaurs and Transformers and all – at the break of day for the five and a half-hour drive to Grandpa and Grandma’s home.
Holidays spent eating and sleeping and playing and…eating and sleeping and playing…and eating and sl…