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Luck be a Ladybug Tonight
Eleanor Burian-Mohr on May, 22, 2012 at 5:03 PM




Bug
by Bruce Lansky

In the window of the washroom
At our school yesterday,
A little bug was crawling

In its little buggy way.
I whispered in its tiny ear

To not make any noise;
because it was a ladybug
And the washroom is for boys.


Adopt some ladybugs on etsy. There are enough ladybugs on this to eat all the lampwork glass aphids in your garden, and then some!
Return of SuperChicken
Eleanor Burian-Mohr on May, 17, 2012 at 4:47 PM






When you find youself in danger, 
When you're threatened by a stranger, 
When it looks like you will take a lickin', (puk, puk, puk) 
There is someone waiting, 
Who will hurry up and rescue you, 
Just Call for Super Chicken! (puk, ack!) 

 

Fred, if you're afraid you'll have to overlook it, 
Besides you knew the job was dangerous when you took it (puk, ack!) 

He will drink his super sauce 
And throw the bad guys for a loss 
And he will bring them in alive and kickin' (puk, puk, puk) 
There is one thing you should learn 
When there is no one else to turn to 
Call for Super Chicken! (puk, puk, puk) 
Call for Super Chicken! (puk, ack!)




Everyone needs a SuperChicken.  These are in my 10 for 10 shops - 10 different pieces that are $10 each.  Grab 'em before they hit the road.

etsy
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Sing a Song of Sixpence
Eleanor Burian-Mohr on May, 16, 2012 at 7:39 PM




Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened the birds began to sing,
Oh wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?


The king was in his counting house counting out his money,
The queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey
The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose! 

 

Theses are the two who pecked off her nose.  Serves her right for baking them in a pie.  They are available here.


Frederick the Fine Ferret
Eleanor Burian-Mohr on May, 08, 2012 at 4:43 PM




There was a fine ferret named Frederick





Who often performed ferret rhetoric.





How he, as a muscalid





Could do what skunkies did 





Without appearing eccenteric.


Frederick Ferrets on etsy and eBay
Me a Swan? Aw... Go On!
Eleanor Burian-Mohr on May, 07, 2012 at 4:12 PM






THE UGLY DUCKLING
by Frank Loesser



There once was an ugly duckling With feathers all stubby and brown And the other birds said in so many words Get out of town Get out, get out, get out of town 



And he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack In a flurry of eiderdown That poor little ugly duckling Went wandering far and near But at every place they said to his face Now get out, get out, get out of here And he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack And a very unhappy tear 



All through the wintertime he hid himself away Ashamed to show his face, afraid of what others might say All through the winter in his lonely clump of wheat Till a flock of swans spied him there and very soon agreed You’re a very fine swan indeed! 





A swan? Me a swan? Ah, go on! And he said yes, you’re a swan Take a look at yourself in the lake and you’ll see And he looked, and he saw, and he said I am a swan! Wheeeeeeee! 



I’m not such an ugly duckling No feathers all stubby and brown For in fact these birds in so many words said The best in town, the best, the best The best in town Not a quack, not a quack, not a waddle or a quack But a glide and a whistle and a snowy white back And a head so noble and high Say who’s an ugly duckling? Not I! Not I!


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Not such an ugly duckling pendant can be found on etsy.
A Cat, a Kid, a Mom, and Some Bracelets
Eleanor Burian-Mohr on May, 06, 2012 at 6:46 PM

A Cat, A Kid, & A Mom 

by Shel Silverstein



“Why can’t you see I’m a cat.” said the cat,
“And that’s all I ever will be?
Why are you shocked when I roam out at night?
Why are you sad when I meow and I fight?
Why are you sick when I eat up a rat?
I’m a cat.”



“Why can’t you see I’m a kid?” said the kid.
“Why try to make me like you?
Why are you hurt when I don’t want to cuddle?
Why do you sigh when I splash through a puddle?
Why do you scream when I do what I do?
I’m a kid.”



“Why can’t you see I’m a mom?” said the mom.
“Why try to make me wise?
Why try to teach me the ways of a cat?
Why try to tell me that ‘kids are like that’?
Why try to make me be patient and calm?
I’m a mom.”



Mother's Day bracelets for Moms who try to be patient and calm

on etsy
on eBay
The Flowers That Bloom in the Spring (Tra La) (and a contest)
Eleanor Burian-Mohr on Apr, 28, 2012 at 4:41 PM
 The flowers that bloom in the spring,
Tra la,

 Breathe promise of merry sunshine —


As we merrily dance and we sing,
Tra la,


We welcome the hope that they bring,

Tra la,

 

 Of a summer of roses and wine,
Of a summer of roses and wine.


And that's what we mean when we say that a thing



 Is welcome as flowers that bloom in the spring.




 Tra la la la la, 
Tra la la la la,
The flowers that bloom in the spring.


Tra la la la la, 
Tra la la la la, 
Tra la la la la la!

That last one isn't one of my flower earrings.  It's the bougainvillea that's been embraced by honeysuckle and gift-wrapped with morning glories.  I think it needs a special name.  So... come up with a name for it, and leave the name in the Comments section. The winner gets a pair of lucite flower earrings, as seen above.  Deadline is Saturday, May 5 at 5 PM PST.

To purchase said lucite flower earrings (or the rose quartz lilies), please visit my etsy shop or my eBay shop.

Tra la! (And thank you, Gilbert and Sullivan, for our singalong)
My Dog May Be a Genius
Eleanor Burian-Mohr on Apr, 20, 2012 at 7:39 PM


  

by Jack Prelutsky
My dog may be a genius,
and in fact there’s little doubt.


He recognizes many words,
unless I spell them out.


If I so much as whisper “walk,”
he hurries off at once


to fetch his leash…it’s evident
my dog is not a dunce.



I can’t say “food” in front of him,
I spell f-o-o-d,


and he goes wild unless I spell
his t-r-e-a-t.


But recently this tactic
isn’t working out too well.


I think my d-o-g has learned
to s-p-e-l-l.




What Do the BeadieBirds Do?
Eleanor Burian-Mohr on Apr, 19, 2012 at 7:18 PM

  
Some birds build their nests of twigs,


Some of mud or loam.


Lichen, string, feathers, rocks


And shells can make a home.

There are owls who live in cacti.



Eagles dwell in canopies.


Some pelicans build nests on rocks


And penguins?  Rookeries.



But what of birdies made of glass?


The genus known as Beadie?

For those the lampwork artists toil

So glass birds won't be needy.




 

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My Name is Rhino. I'm a Feline Kleptomaniac.
Eleanor Burian-Mohr on Apr, 11, 2012 at 9:15 AM





My name is Rhino.  I am a Feline Kleptomaniac.  The furless one spends a lot of time in my room.  She plays with BrightandShinyThings like those turquoise nuggets.




I like to play with BrightandShinyThings.  And she has so many.  Little bits of carnelian.


Nuggets of Baltic Amber.



Little shiny rolling pieces of jasper.



Pieces of Chalcedony just the right size for dropping down the floor heater.



The rest I keep in my bed.  She thinks I never leave my bed, except to eat and poop.  But when she's gone, I get up and stretch and help myself to anything that's out.  Or anything in a plastic bag.  Okay.  Anything.


Then she sells them and goes crazy looking for them.  The bearded one tells her she needs a better organizational system.  She probably does.  But it's too late.  Because now those pieces are mine.  All mine!

(Insert evil cat laugh here.)

Sincerely,

Rhino

P.S.

The furless one would like to point out that these BrightandShinyThings are available in her etsy shop. Actually, they're in my bed.  Maybe she'll find them on Laundry Day.  Or not.




 


 
 
 
 
 
 



 
 
 
 
 
 



 
 
 
 
 
 
Recent Posts

Luck be a Ladybug Tonight
Return of SuperChicken
Sing a Song of Sixpence
Frederick the Fine Ferret
Me a Swan? Aw... Go On!
A Cat, a Kid, a Mom, and Some Bracelets
The Flowers That Bloom in the Spring (Tra La) (and a contest)
My Dog May Be a Genius
What Do the BeadieBirds Do?
My Name is Rhino. I'm a Feline Kleptomaniac.



 
 
 
 
 
 
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