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Today I saw the sunrise

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Image by Sara Vaccari from Pixabay
Today I saw the sunrise
For the very first time.
I forgot to take my camera
So I'll describe it in this rhyme.

When we left home, the sky was dark,
Dark blue, pin-pricked with stars.
Everywhere was quiet and still,
On the road no moving cars.

We walked towards the pebbled beach,
My four-legged friend and me.
The sky was lit with orange
Along the edge, across the sea.

South along the shingle, looking
Back so I could see it,
I walked and turned and walked and turned,
I didn't want to miss it.

By the time we reached our walk's end,
The sky wore early morning light.
Its orange trim was retreating
But there was still no sun in sight.

Then a bright zigzag of orange
Painted plane trails in one spot.
It was coming!  It was coming!
Glowing light and burning hot!

So we sat down on the pebbles,
Glistening wet still from the sea,
And we watched the orange zigzags,
Well, my friend didn't, only me.

And it came then, just a little,
Glowing golden, almost white.
Just a tip above the ocean,
Smooth and fast now, gaining height.

Without dark shades, it was too bright,
So I shielded my eyes with my hand,
Peeked at our star between my fingers,
And blinked orange spots on the land.

The thing I've learned, and should have known,
Is really worth a mention -
Never attempt to view the dawn
Without ample eye-protection!

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Violet’s Vegan Comics – creating funny, enlightening and sometimes action-packed vegan children’s books, poems and things to make & do, since 2012.

“What do you do?”

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Lucy Lilac liked to learn

Whatever school could teach her,

And even when outside of school,

Sought knowledge all around her.

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“What do you do?” she asked a worm,

“Tell me, what is the point of you?”

“What a cheek!” came the worm’s barely audible squeak,

“You mean – what do I do for you?!”

*

“What do you do?” she asked a wasp,

“Tell me, what is the point of you?”

“How rude!” said the wasp with attitude,

“Go away now, shoo shoo shoo!”

*

“What do you do?” she asked a snail,

“Tell me, what is the point of you?”

“Same as you,” said the snail as he slid through the dew,

“Just like you, I eat, sleep and poo.”

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How many morons holiday here?

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If you like it, why d’you trash it?

Do you have a brain at all?

Has your grey matter turned to splatter?

Tie your laces or you’ll fall.

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So you buy it and you eat it,

Crap and junk degrade your mind.

Fat and flesh foods, blood and death foods,

You’d be brighter if you’d been kind.

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But you’re not bright, you’re a moron,

Piles of crap wherever you’ve been.

It’s our world you declared war on,

Stupid stinker, eat your greens!

Scorched

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I’m parched,

I’m scorched,

I’m hotter than hell.

Bad enough they put us here

But did they have to take our shade as well?

They ripped out hedges

Tall and thick,

To make room for machines,

Their noise, their stink.

Their clumsy approach,

Their ugly return.

They smash

And crush

And never learn.

No trees,

No hedge,

No shade for us,

No thought for us

No respite for us.

Sing a Song of Sixpence

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Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye,

Four and twenty sweet plums baked in a pie.

When the pie was opened the plums were soft within,

Wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before my kin?

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My dad was in the bathroom finishing his shave,

My mum was at the front door giving friends a wave,

My gran was in the garden sitting in the sun,

But they all came for plum pie with yellow custard on.

 

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There was a young man who swallowed a fly

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There was a young man who swallowed a fly.

He didn’t mean to swallow a fly – I doubt he’ll die.

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There was a young man who swallowed a fish,

A sad grey fish, dead on the dish.

And he did mean to swallow the fish

Unlike the fly – Perhaps he’ll die!

****

There was a young man who swallowed a bird,

How absurd, to swallow a bird!

And he did mean to swallow the bird

Unlike the fly – Perhaps he’ll die!

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There was a young man who swallowed a pig,

Poor little pig who wasn’t big.

And he did mean to swallow the pig

Unlike the fly – Perhaps he’ll die!

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There was a young man who swallowed a lamb,

Sweet little lamb, a baby ram.

And he did mean to swallow the lamb

Unlike the fly – Perhaps he’ll die!

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There was a young man who swallowed a cow,

A gentle cow who’d grazed under the bough.

And he did mean to swallow the cow

Unlike the fly – Perhaps he’ll die!

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And when the young man was not so young,

He felt the weight of all he’d done.

The fat in his liver and fuzz in his mind

Made him wish he’d at least been kind

And swallowed some tofu instead of fish,

And put beans not birds in his oven dish,

And swallowed brown mushrooms instead of piglets,

And cooked lentils and onions instead of lamb cutlets.

If only, he wished, he’d not eaten a cow

Then surely he’d be in good health right now.

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There was a young man who swallowed a fly.

Of course he’ll die, but that’s not why.

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Big Grasshopper

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Big Grasshopper

On the baby apple tree,

I wonder what you’re thinking

While you calmly look at me.

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Photographs by Ralf Kunze and Cocoparisienne of Pixabay

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Bonny Brenda

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Bonny Brenda

Met a vendor

At the Summer Fayre.

Said bonny Brenda

To the vendor,

“What have you got there?”

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“Oh lots of things,”

The vendor said,

“There’s pies and breads and pasties,

Steak and kidney,

Sausage rolls,

And even bacon butties.”

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Brenda frowned,

She was not pleased,

She found his stuff distasteful.

His folding table,

Six feet wide,

Held entrails by the plateful.

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“Sorry I asked,”

Said Brenda at last,

“That’s yucky, you’re disgusting!

And if you think

This doesn’t stink,

You need your brain adjusting!”

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Bye Baby Bunting

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Bye Baby Bunting


Bye baby bunting,

Daddy’s making something.

It’s safe and strong and soft within,

To rock his baby bunting in.

Bye baby bunting,

Daddy’s painting something.

It’s lilac, blue and pink within

To rock his baby bunting in.

Bye baby bunting,

Daddy’s fetching something,

A thing of beauty, made by him,

To rock his baby bunting in.

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Little Miss Greylag

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Little Miss Greylag

Sat on a beanbag

Eating her mint Moo Free.

Along came a rabbit

Who tried hard to grab it

So Miss Greylag went straight home for tea.

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Angry Vegan

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I try not to be an angry vegan,

I’m treading on eggshells you know,

So as not to upset fragile meaties,

And milkies and egg-lovers too.

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The reason I ask them so gently,

To please stop paying for death,

Is because they say they won’t listen,

If I offend them by telling the truth.

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And so while I tiptoe on eggshells,

They continue to breed and to kill,

The gentle, magnificent, blameless beasts,

Helpless slaves to the gluttonous will.

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Well I am an angry vegan!

I feel fury and heartbreak and rage!

You hurt them, you break them, you kill them!

When you pay for their parts with your wage.

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There is no excuse, you are heartless,

And I’m tired of pretending otherwise.

You hurt them and kill them for pleasure,

For your tastebuds’ habitual vice.

Hickory Dickory Dock

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Hickory dickory dock,

I’ve got a hole in my sock.

The sock’s the one

With piggies on,

Hickory dickory dock.

Ickledy spickledy speck,

My scarf is around my neck.

The scarf’s the one

With ducklings on,

Ickledy spickledy speck.

Umbuldy tumbuldy tack,

I wear my bag on my back.

The bag’s the one

With moo cows on,

Umbuldy tumbuldy tack.

Spirally jirally jook,

My things have my friends on, look:

There’s pictures of

The ones I love,

Spirally jirally jook.

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Old McSpreader

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Sing to the tune of Old MacDonald 🙂

Old McSpreader had a farm,

Pee-u pee-u poo.

And on that farm he dished out muck,

Pee-u pee-u poo.

With a cow-pat here and a pig poo there,

Here a plop, there a plop,

Everywhere a ton of plops,

Old McSpreader had a farm,

Pee-u pee-u poo.

“Oh,” my ma says, “Oh, no no!”

“No no no no no!”

She says of washing on the line,

“It will smell of poo!”

She grabs a stinky towel here and a stinky sheet there,

Here a shirt, there a dress,

All of it a stinky mess.

“Oh!” my ma says, “oh, no no!”

“It all smells of poo!”

Old Green Grower spreads no muck,

No sal-mon-ell-a.

For her crops manure is green,

No e-coli either.

With clover here and mustard there,

Here some vetch, there some hemp,

Everywhere a lovely scent.

Old Green Grower spreads no muck,

Her fields are filled with joy 😀

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Green manure – so much better for us and the world than sewage, blood and bone from factory farms.  Well duh!

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Unnecessary Suffering

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My flesh to you is unnecessary,

And my milk’s unnecessary for you,

So if none of these is necessary

Then my suffering’s unnecessary too.

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Raystede Centre for Animal Welfare‘s governing document states:

1.1 The objects of the charity are
(1) To prevent and relieve cruelty to animals and to protect them from UNNECESSARY SUFFERING and to promote and encourage a knowledge and love of animals and of their proper care and treatment.

and yet they serve meat, fish, dairy and eggs in their cafe.

Tell them they’re breaking their own laws!

Raystede Centre for Animal Welfare,
The Broyle, Ringmer,
East Sussex,
BN8 5AJ
Tel: (01825) 840252
info@raystede.org

And don’t forget to sign and share the petition 😀

Thank you 🙂

 

Listening to the mouse in the wall

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I lay in bed listening

To the mouse in the wall.

He doesn’t know I’m here,

I think I’ll call him Paul.

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He always comes at bedtime

To find his winter stash.

He must be very hungry,

Scratch and scrape and bang and bash.

It sounds just like marbles

That he rolls above my head,

But I think it must be nuts,

They sound loud when I’m in bed.

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I’m glad Paul won’t go hungry,

He works hard for every bite,

But I wish he’d work the day shift

So I could sleep at night.

 

 

Plastic’s Not Fantastic

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You know plastic’s not fantastic

And it might seem rather drastic

But the obvious solution

Is a New Year’s resolution

To give unfantastic plastic the heave-ho.

So that’s what we’ve decided,

We’re determined to be guided

By the needs of Earth and Earthlings

To be free of all plastic things,

So to all new things of plastic we say NO!

Check out our Plastic Avoidance Tactics 😀

A Handsome Fellow

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Here is the fellow

I met yesterday,

I don’t know his name,

He didn’t say.

But he was so handsome,

So elegant was he,

I quietly admired him,

Or was he a she?

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Can somebody tell me – is he a partridge?  And is he a he or a she?

Such a beauty 😀

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Animal Sanctuary Poem Week: Day 5

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Raystede Centre for Animal Welfare

The Broyle, Ringmer, East Sussex, BN8 5AJ, UK

Tel:  (01825) 840252

e:  info@raystede.org

Today I saw some horrible men

Who were happy in their pursuit

Of rabbits with their tiny dogs

Who were sent down the holes by the brutes.

These horrible men, these are the type

Who work at the pig farm or kill shed.

They hang and they slash, they pluck and they chop,

And afterwards sleep sound in their beds.

And while they sleep, these horrible men,

Some nice people smile and are friendly.

At their fundraiser for a good cause

They eat ham rolls and beef ravioli.

Horrible men, paid by the masses,

To torture and batter and kill.

The coins in those brutal, blood-stained hands

Are from Raystede’s blood-stained till.

I’m so sorry to have to write such a sad poem when we were in such a happy place looking at the other sanctuaries this week, but for the animals’ sake I have to draw your attention to this again.

It’s true that there are many animal charities which confine themselves to working for just one, or a couple of species – eg Cats’ Protection, Dogs Trust – but Raystede never used to be one of these.

Their website used to display the slogan: “We believe that every animal has the right to health, happiness and freedom from suffering” but since this campaign started they have taken it down.

Raystede was started in the 1950’s by a woman, born in 1902, who had convictions and compassion as strong as those of the other sanctuary hosts we’ve met this week.  She described herself as a ‘non-meat eater’ and, as she reiterated again and again, cared about ALL animals, without exception.  Miss M Raymonde-Hawkins wrote in her book Sensible Pets and Silly People,

“My own view, and that of every decent minded person, is that no animal should be caused to suffer at all for any reason.”

and

“Too often our entertainment, our food, our clothing and so-called sport are all at the expense of animals and a civilised society in years to come will look back with horror at the way that we have exploited animals during this century.”

She concluded her book with:

“Those of us who have grown old in the work and who have so little to encourage us for the future welfare of animals can at least only hope that having carried the banner so far, we can, in falling, fling it to the hosts behind to carry on the work and hope that they will be more successful than we have been during this century.”

She died in 1998 and the “hosts behind” dropped the banner.

They betrayed her.

They betrayed the animals.

Roll up your sleeves guys, looks like this is gonna take a while.

Let’s Shawshank them!

We can do this.

For as long as it takes.

For the sake of back-to-front Grace and Archie No-Tail  in Hugletts’ video, and all the billions of others, please join this campaign and tell Raystede to make their cafe vegan.

Write a letter a week (or email or phone call) until Raystede stops serving the products of animal cruelty.

Until they stop instigating unspeakable suffering.

Thank you so much.

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:

Raystede Centre for Animal Welfare

The Broyle,

Ringmer,

East Sussex,

BN8 5AJ,

UK

Tel:  (01825) 840252

e:  info@raystede.org

 

Animal Sanctuary Poem Week: Day 4

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Hillside Animal Sanctuary

Frettenham, Norfolk

Wendy Valentine’s amazing

Her firey compassion don’t stop blazing.

Her sanct’ry is home to many a horse,

It goes without saying, she’s vegan of course!

There’s chickens and ducks and budgies and turkeys,

And sheep and cows and llamas and donkeys.

There’s rabbits and emus, alpacas and deer,

There’s even some chipmunks and goats live here.

But rescuing’s not all that Hillside does,

They also investigate farms because

They need to make public the horror that’s hidden

Behind the farm gates of those animal prisons.

❤ 🙂 ❤

Hillside is now home to over 3000 animals and is one of the UK’s most successful campaigning organisations for the animals’ cause.  They have always known that one of the main reasons animals are left to suffer in factory farms is because people have little or no idea about the immense cruelty involved in their food production.

Animal Sanctuary Poem Week: Day 1

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Tower Hill Stables

Asheldham , Essex

Fiona Oakes and Martin,

They’re such a funny pair.

Like vegan superheroes

They’re running here and there.

At Tower Hills, their sanct’ry,

They never seem to stop.

They have so many rescues,

They work until they drop.

So look them up and you’ll see

The lovelies in their care,

And help them if you can please,

When you’ve got a bit to spare.

❤ 😀 ❤

The Tower Hill Stables team are currently trying to raise money to build a new enclosure for the poultry because of DEFRA rules that they have to be kept in over winter to prevent bird flu and they’ve been lucky enough to find a generous benefactor who has promised to match whatever they can raise towards this build.  So, if you donate, say £10, the sanctuary will get £20!  A great opportunity but it’s a limited time offer and the appeal must end 31st December 2017.  Do help if you can 😀

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A Little Sprite – again

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Last night I saw a little sprite

Who told me what to do:

“Eat only plant food,

It’s much better for you.”

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She fluttered and she floated

And she smiled down on me,

“Plant food is meant for you,

Just try it and you’ll see.”

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I woke up and I sat up

And I looked from floor to beam.

I saw no sprite, there was no sprite,

She must have been a dream.

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But still I could not shake her

Which was because, I knew,

She was real inside my head

And what she said was true.

I wrote a book

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I wrote a book about some birds,

With pictures in and also words.

Brother birds who love each other,

And want to be free together.

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The birds are turkeys, big and fat,

The farmer makes them fat like that.

He makes them fat to kill and eat,

For those who think they are just meat.

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But they are not, they’re meant for more,

Christmas dinner’s not what they’re for.

They’re clever and they think and care,

They suffer too and that’s not fair.

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So when I saw some library books

In which a family smiles and cooks

A big fat bird to celebrate

The Prince of Peace born on that date, …

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I decided to put my book

On that shelf in the library nook.

A child might find it and read it and see

Turkeys deserve to be happy and free.

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There are so many books in libraries that perpetuate the illusion of the witch’s spell.  Whether they be fiction or non-fiction, they tell children, at the most impressionable  time of their lives, that some animals are “farm animals” and as such are there to serve our ‘needs’; that we ‘need’ meat and dairy and fish; that our health is dependent on these things; that animals are happy on farms and rearing animals to kill them is the most normal, natural thing in the world.  It’s no wonder it’s an uphill struggle for those of us trying to share the truth:

  1.  Animal farming is extremely cruel,
  2. Eating animal products is detrimental to our health
  3. Animal agriculture is by far the biggest cause of global warming, rainforest destruction and ocean deadzones.
  4. Going vegan is the only way to save the world.

Years ago I purchased a new copy of a Ruby Roth book and donated it to my local library.  It never made it to the shelves of that or any other library in the county.  They refused to include it.   They rejected it.

Adults don’t listen.  Children might 😉

NB: If you photocopy an insert from a different county library than the one you’re infiltrating, maybe with the word DISCARDED stamped on it, img199and a child finds and likes the book and wants to take it home, one of two things is likely to happen:

  1.  The child puts the book, perhaps with a pile of other books, onto the automated check out machine and doesn’t notice the illegitimate book hasn’t registered on the system.  They simply bag it and take it home.

Or

2.  The child does notice the book hasn’t registered and takes it to the librarian who looks at it and says, “oh, this has been returned here by mistake, you can keep it”.

And just keep doing it, different books, different libraries, all with a positive vegan message that tells children they are right to follow their instinctive, compassionate natures and love all animals, not eat them.  Most grown-ups are too stuck in their ways; too brainwashed.  Communicating directly with children is the only way we’re going to change anything.

Go on, be a rebel – it’s kinda fun 😉

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Fairy Tales Fairy Tales

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It’s way past time for a new Fairy Tale and, since we’re approaching Halloween it’s the perfect time.  So, on Monday, we’ll begin a scary new tale by Maud Earnshaw, illustrated by Beatrice Wilberforce:

The Wicked Witch’s Plan To Get Rid Of Everyone

Ooh, I’ve got shivers 😮

And, just to get you in the mood, here’s a poem (read it aloud, slowly) 🙂 :

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“T-wit T-woo,” go the owls,

Sc-ratch and dangle, the spiders.

The witch is thinking, she frowns, she scowls,

New brooms fly by with riders.

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A flickering light, the rising of smoke,

From the clearing, through the trees,

Gives away the location of quivering folk

Around the fire, on their knees.

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In a fairy tale world with fairy tale rules

The wicked have much to fear.

They’ve been unkind, selfish, heartless fools,

Which won’t be tolerated here.

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Fairy tales, creepy tales, mystical magic tales,

Castles and fairies and witches and ghosts.

Suspend disbelief for these ‘anything can happen’ tales,

Where innocents get rescued and evil gets smote.

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See you Monday 😉

What?  You don’t want to wait ’til Monday?  Well, I wasn’t going to tell you this but …. ok, The Wicked Witch’s Plan To Get Rid Of Everyone was originally published with sinister black and white illustrations by the author and with the title The Wicked Wicked Witch and the Ruinous Manipulation – funnily enough it’s the story referred to in the video I showed you yesterday.  Anyway, if you like it dark and sinister and don’t want to wait for Beatrice’s colourful version, you can read the story now at Maud’s place:  https://thewickedwickedwitchandtheruinousmanipulation.wordpress.com/

Have fun! 😮

Ode to Spike Milligan

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Silly Verse FOR KIDS by Spike Milligan was one of my favourites as a child (I saved up for it with my pocket money and bought it from the village shop) and I still love it.  So I decided to make something similar, full of funny, quirky poems: HUMANS ARE NOT OMNIVORES [poems your teacher might not like] (I decided not to beat around the bush with the title!)

Spike Milligan was a brilliantly irreverent vegetarian comedian and author who died in 2002 at the age of 83.  He campaigned against factory farming and vivisection and was once thrown out of Harrods for trying to stuff 28lb of spaghetti down the mouth of the food hall manager because they sold pate de foie gras.

“I told him it might give him some idea of how a goose feels being force-fed maize” he said.

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I modelled our new book on his, making it the same size and the same layout, so it’s only a little one – just 11cm x 18cm.

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His is a Puffin book, published by Penguin.  Ours is a Little Chicken book, published by Violet’s Vegan Comics 😉

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And both are full of quirky, eccentric, funny poems for kids like ‘Mary Pugh’, above or a selection from Wacky Verse, examples below 😀

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I hope Spike would have liked it.  I hope you like it too.

All you kids who are sick of being told at school that humans are omnivores – this one is for you! 😀 😀 😀

Be Happy And Well

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You’ve a right to be angry

But it won’t do no good

To shout at the man

Who eats animal food.

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He may just laugh at you

Or shout at you back

But it won’t stop him eating

Of the wee piglet’s back.

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Try to be friendly,

Smile and be warm.

Let him see your food,

Inspire reform.

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Vegan food’s tasty,

Delicious and yum.

With no pus and no blood

It’s good for your tum.

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So live by example,

Be happy and well.

It results in more progress

Than damning him to hell.

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A Little Sprite

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Last night I saw a little sprite

Who told me what to do:

“Eat only plant food,

It’s much better for you.”

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She fluttered and she floated

And she smiled down on me,

“Plant food is meant for you,

Just try it and you’ll see.”

****

I woke up and I sat up

And I looked from floor to beam.

I saw no sprite, there was no sprite,

She must have been a dream.

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But still I could not shake her

Which was because, I knew,

She was real inside my head

And what she said was true.

The Clock Ticks

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Every day the clock ticks on,

Around us the moon, while we round the sun.

First Winter then Spring then Summer then Fall,

Through all time ticks on, disregarding us all.

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Machines and gadgets that progress has brought

Fill homes and lives and contaminate thought.

It’s not progress for the Earth, our Mother,

Miraculous Nature whose gifts we plunder.

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But She is resilient and could be returned

To Her former glory if lessons are learned.

If we could tread lightly, be gentle and kind,

The damage we’ve done might reverse and rewind.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

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Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

How the meat gets to the plate is something quite atrocious,

Gentle souls are cruelly killed by humans so ferocious,

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

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Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay

Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay

Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay

Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay

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Those gentle souls of hoof and wing

Have done nothing to me.

I’d like for them to run and sing,

I’d love to set them free.

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And then one day I realised

Exactly what to do.

I gave up meat and veganised

And you could do that too,   oh ….

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Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

How the meat gets to the plate is something quite atrocious,

Gentle souls are cruelly killed by humans so ferocious,

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

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Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay

Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay

Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay

Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay

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I found that I did not miss out

On tasty things to eat.

My vegan meals without a doubt

Are much better than meat.

***

There’s sausage rolls and pies and flan

And chips and pizza too.

There’s cakes and sweets and marzipan

All cruelty-free for you,  oh ….

***

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

How the meat gets to the plate is something quite atrocious,

Gentle souls are cruelly killed by humans so ferocious,

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

U is for unethical, unprincipled, unkind ….

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Why photograph

Killing animals is unethical,

It’s unprincipled and unkind.

Eating meat is unhealthy,

It’s unsavoury and unsound.

***

So why do humans do it,

This unsightly unwholesome crime?

It’s unwarrantable, it’s unwarranted

And entirely unjustified.

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The U page is right here, and the whole dictionary is just there 😀

Three Simple Rules

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Jill

“Thou shalt not steal!”

Said Sam to Neil,

“You should not lie,”

Said Jane to Si.

“It’s wrong to kill,”

Said all to Jill

As she ate her big pork pie.

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“I’d never steal!”

Replied cross Neil,

“I do not lie!”

Outraged was Si,

“I would not kill!”

Snapped back young Jill

As she swallowed piglet pie.

piglet

“Hee Hee” said the cow

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cow

 

 

“Hee hee” said the cow,

“Woo hoo” said the hen

“Hurrah!” said the sow

And the sheep cheered again.

hen and pig

“He did it!” they cried

                 As they skipped and they ran,

                 “Farmer’s eyes opened wide,

                   And he became vegan!”

sheep

 

And it’s true!  It’s happening again and again!

Click here for some wonderfully moving true stories of animal farmers who awoke to the reality of what they were doing and completely turned things around 🙂

Life-Giving Force

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pop crackle

Pop and crackle,

Fizz and bubble,

The witch stirs her cauldron

On the fire in her hovel.

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She shrieks at the night

It will happen alright,

The life-giving force

Of her potion’s in sight.

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It’s got onions and greens,

Carrots and beans,

There’s garlic and lentils,

She’s hungry and keen

To gobble it up,

From bowl and from cup,

The magic of plants

She’ll slurp and she’ll sup.

sup and slurp

The Doctor Said

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doctor said

“He’ll soon be dead,”

The doctor said

As she stood at the end

Of her patient’s bed.

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“He ignored my advice,

Never gave up his vice,

‘Those flesh foods will kill you’

I said more than twice.”

***

The nurse shook his head

As he straightened the bed,

“Avoidable suffering,

What a waste,” he said.

nurse said

Touch the Earth

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touch the Earth

Touch the Earth

Feel the Earth,

In contact with your skin.

It just feels good

Like soft earth would,

And soothes you from within.

*****

Earthing:  ” the practice of connecting the body with earth by touching skin to a conductive material such as grass (preferably wet), wet sand, a river, lake or sea. …… When the body loses contact with the earth it can carry a positive voltage relative to the Earth. Some people believe this is not good for health and wellbeing.  Earthing the body returns the voltage to zero “

Chickens Are People Just Like Dogs

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Chickens are people

Just like dogs.

They enjoy dust baths

And jumping on logs.

  chickens are people

Chickens will play games

Like ‘chase’ and ‘steal your smalls’.

They’ll splash you in the paddling pool,

Though not keen on fetching balls.

chickens are people

Some of them are gentle, 

Some of them are tough.

Some of them are bossy, 

Some timid and soft as fluff.

  chickens are people

They all have personality

And every one is different.

Just like Rover and Fido and Max

They might be quiet or exuberant.

chickens are people

Exciting News!

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Why are you a vegan and other wacky verse for kids

Our new book Why are you a vegan? and other wacky verse for kids is finished and ready to be enjoyed 🙂

It is a compilation of our favourite rhyming stories, wacky verse and nursery rhymes, providing over 100 pages of colourfully illustrated bedtime (or anytime) stories and rhymes for little ones.

It includes

Why are you a vegan?

 “I’m not dinner!”

Edmund’s Lunch

bones and teef

and Where are you going Deidra?

Take a look inside:

Why are you a vegan and other wacky verse for kids

Why are you a vegan and other wacky verse for kids

[don’t worry, there’s a good comeback from Bertie on the next page 😉 ]

Why are you a vegan and other wacky verse for kids

Why are you a vegan and other wacky verse for kids

Why are you a vegan and other wacky verse for kids

It is available from Amazon in the UK, Europe and the USA.

26 Verses of Deidra

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rhyming children's story

Where are you going Deidra? is one of our favourite, and one of the most popular, stories on this site so when we decided to publish a compilation of short stories and rhymes for little ones we really wanted to include it.  Unfortunately the new book – entitled “Why are you a vegan?” And other wacky verse for kids – is full of rhyming stories (of course), and Deidra is not one of those.

So, we made it into one – and here it is, the true-ish story of Deidra the dairy cow, in rhyme, in case you’re interested.

This is how it begins:

rhyming children's story

Once there was a dairy farm

With fifty lovely cows.

Most of them were black and white

But some of them were brown.

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Gripping stuff I know! 😉

 Where are you going Deidra? – In Rhyme