(2) Poems by Sandy – for kids (at heart)
read aloud Tooth Fairy [55-second audio] + colour-in poster, [97 kb PDF]
Secret of the Tooth Fairies
I have a secret just for you. Come now and cuddle tight.
It's all about the twinkling stars and why they shine so bright.
And how do stars get in the sky? I'll bet you want to know.
I'll whisper you the secret – hush, let's keep our voices low.
There are such things as tooth fairies. They're whimsies, wee and small.
But most folks never see them for they are not big nor tall.
They come at dusk with fairy dust to sprinkle you to sleep,
To help all those who love you to hold you in their keep.
And as you lose your first few teeth and set them out at night,
They flutter down and pick them up with steps so fairy light.
They take the teeth and scatter them across the evening sky,
And they become the stars that shine upon us, by and by.
So, late at night, tuck in your tooth beneath your pillowed head –
Then, in the morning, you will find a treat is there instead.
And on the next dark night, look up. You'll see your tooth's a star.
Then you, dear one, won't doubt that there are fairies... for there are!
+ Priscilla tongue-twister – ideal for toothless times
Priscilla's Whistle Wish
Priscilla Hissell's honey hair is up in braids todayso burrs won't bristle into it whenever she's at play
in thicket brush and nettle woods that grow down Bristol way.
The Hissell house – called Thistle-Thatch – is in the midst of Bristol
It's quite a pretty cottage that's been thatched all out of thistle.
Priscilla's family lives there with her slurping Schnauzer, Snizzle.
Priscilla has one simple wish, to learn the way to whistle.
She's masterful at giggles, wiggles, snuggles, even sniffles,
but wants to whistle wonderfully, so she can call home Snizzle.
Priscilla's grandad, Grizzle Hissell's famous for his whistle –
At taxi cabs, and pretty girls, and in his sleep (a little).
Priscilla wishes she could whistle just like Grandad Grizzle.
The secret, Grandad Grizzle says, is nothing more than this.
Just purse and pucker up your lips. Pretend to blow a kiss.
Then shoot air through the middle – hard – no trickles, wafts, or wisps.
Priscilla practiced shooting air like super sonic missiles.
She nearly spit she tried so hard, but soon, she learned to whistle.
And now, each night, at Thistle-Thatch, her whistles call home Snizzle.
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