Fiona1986 wrote:Thanks again, Rob. Next time I have a poetry question I will come straight to you!
Was the wording I posted actually correct? The lady who posted it learned that at age four and is seventy now!
Glad to help! I enjoy this kind of 'detective work!'
The lady remembered the poem pretty well, considering it was 66 years ago! The words are very slightly different.
Here's what she remembered -
One day a pixie small,
Sat on a toadstool under a wall,
Doing his work with a cross nibbed pen,
When a ladybird walked by, and then,
Suddenly his pen gave a splutter and scratch, and sent all over his book a patch,
Of inky blots and some of them fell,
Splash on the ladybirds back as well.
Goodness me it’s beginning to rain she cried,
And scurried off down the lane.
But she never guessed that her pretty spots, came from the pixies inky blots.
Here are the original words from 'Pipers Poems' -
Long ago when a pixie small
Sat on a toadstool under a wall,
Doing his sums with a cross-nibbed pen,
A ladybird hurried by - and then
The pixie's pen gave a splutter and scratch
And sent all over his book a batch
Of inky blots - and some of them fell
Splash on the ladybird's back as well!
"Goodness me, it's beginning to rain!"
She cried, and scurried on down the lane,
And never guessed that her pretty spots
Came from the pixie's inky blots!
(But it might upset her, if she knew,
So
please don't tell her, whatever you do!)