The book fairy Page

 

Page lost his snippetwig

marja blom

The fairy Page writes with a snippetwig,
Dipping it in ink from a squid so big.
Poor Page can’t write a word anymore
He lost his snippetwig on the way to the store!

Flibber-flap! What do I do now?
I need to write a song for the Crow!
The fairies want to party hard, 
For he won the Clever Crow award.

Page called his friend Fred the Frog,
Living in Frizzy Pond behind a log.
He also asked Moby the duck
The one he saved when stuck in the muck.

Ducks are great at finding things,
They go for it with flapping wings, 
Fred and Page knew Moby’s woozlequack
The way he chatters when he finds something back.

Together they smell and sniff and huddle
and spot the snippetwig in a puddle
 Fred made a splash like a cannonball,
His puddlepuff created a waterfall.

He brought the snippetwig safe to land,
And Page took it gently in his hand.
Page wrote a “Beak Beats” song so strong
At the party, they all sang along!

Dandelion seeds danced the Glimmerwhirl,
Birds and fairies did the twist and twirl.
Dewdrops boogied, then popped with cheer,
Till tiny bubbles of fun appear!

Story for children "The Fairies and the Grumble"

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The Fairies and the Grumble

Clancy hung over the little fence made of bark.  He looked inside the round window of the wooden cottage. It was built against a tree with a roof made from leaves. The leaves were covered with beautiful, coloured flower petals. The sidewalls were overgrown with light green moss. It his friend Page’s house.

“Page” yelled Clancy” Are you there?” Page appeared in the doorway with a book in his hand. “Are you going to the fairy ball tonight, Page?” asked Clancy
“Maybe Clancy, you?”
“I hoped you would go with me. Loulette is coming. The others don’t talk much to me. I am too clumsy”. Clancy frowned and looked at his pointy shoes.

“Mm,” said Page “Why not. I will take my book, just in case I get a chance to read it. Come on let’s go.” Page packed the book in his backpack and opened the gate.

They followed the track between the 7 oaks. Page and Clancy carried little lanterns made from the petals of snowdrops attached to twigs. Inside the bulbs, danced some fireflies. They gave enough light so the fairies could see the pathway.

Suddenly Clancy whispered “shh, I hear something”. “Is it a dog”

“Worse, it’s a Grumble,” said Page “They are dwarf like creatures with long noses and long hair. Very grumpy. I have heard some fairies have disappeared after meeting them.”

“What should we do, Page?”.
"Let's climb on a branch to lookout for him." said Page. They both climbed up but didn't see the Grumble.

“Ah we are close to the 6^th oak. There is a secret path in the undergrowth of bushes. Come on.” Said Page, He jumped down and started to walk. He heard Clancy scream. Page looked behind him and saw Clancy hanging upside down, as if being held by a fishing rod.

“My shirt got hooked on a twig. Help me.” Clancy said.

Page run back and helped Clancy as the rumbling sound came closer. They had to hurry. Page started running while Clancy followed him. At the 6^th oak Page pushed some branches aside and suddenly a path appeared. An arch of bush covered the secret path. Page looked behind him. Clancy had fallen and the Grumble was near.

“Use your fairy dust” Page called.

Clancy looked a bit guilty. He had wasted all his fairy dust. The fairies were only allowed to use it in times of need as there was not enough around anymore. Page sprinkled some fairy dust behind his ear and whispered, “Lightning and thunder, fairy dust, do your wonder.” He spread his wings and flew up.

The Grumble had come up to Clancy and roared “rubbish, rubbish, I hate rubbish”. He scowled at Clancy. “You make this place look untidy” He swooped him up in his big paws. e Clancy’s little legs kicked.

Page tried to sprinkle some dust on Clancy but failed. He whispered, “I will be back. Stay strong!” Page flew quickly to the beehive behind the 7^th oak and called to the bees. “I need your help,” Page pleaded, “we have to save Clancy”.

The bees flew in formation behind Page, but the Grumble and Clancy had gone.

“Oh, how do we find them, I shouldn’t have left him alone.” A tear trickled down Page’s face.

Page sat down with the queen bee and discussed what they would do.

The queen bee said, “What about I send a group of bees in each direction.”

“Great idea” said Page.

 Off they went. After half an hour they all came back. They had flown to the edges of the forest and seen nothing.

“Let us have a rest and then fly out again” said the queen bee.

Page walked up and down the path to help him think.

Suddenly he saw that the secret bush path was closed. He was sure he had opened it. Then he saw Clancy’s scarf. The maze in there is complicated and only fairies know their way around. They might still be in there, he thought. He hurried to tell the bees and explained where the exits were. They quickly flew out. At the Northern entrance, Page led the way in.  

Suddenly he heard the Grumble. “Ok bees, you attack the Grumble and I’ll get Clancy,” he said. Slowly they flew up to them. The bees started to sting the Grumble. Page put some fairy dust behind Clancy’s ears and whispered,” Lightning and thunder, fairy dust, do your wonder” and they all flew off.

Page and Clancy said thank you to the bees and walked home as the fairy dust had worn off.

“What was the Grumble doing when we came to save you?”

“Well, the Grumble was going on about rubbish, so I said to him; I am with you. We hate rubbish as well and are here to protect the forest. You need me. I can help you tidy up some rubbish in the secret pathway.” The Grumble agreed, although he said I would go in the rubbish bag when finished”.

“Mm, clever, very clever,” said Page “and did you find a lot?”

We filled a bag with plastic, elastic, a fairy skateboard, a sword, a mouse tail, mail an more.

“Good job.” Page said.

“Just a shame we missed the party.” Clancy said.

“Yes, a shame. But the bees gave me a walnut full of honey so let’s have our own party.” Page said.

Fairy dreams

Fairy Dreams

By Marja Blom

Shhh… listen — do you hear the rustle?

Do you notice the huzzle and buzzle,

in the garden when it is spring,

with bugs, butterflies, and birds that sing?

But you are lucky, oh so indeed,

if you hear the pitter-patter of feet,

or the chitter-chatter from under a leaf 

it’s the sound of fairies, you must believe.

I found a book fairy under a palm;

his name was Page, and he was calm.

Collecting words was Page’s must 

he’d sprinkle them all with fairy dust.

Page gave each word a fairy sound,

like flutter flap flopsy fly around 

that means “a ball for butterflies,”

and trippety tea is a party for mice.

At the party, the mice hold their pinkies up,

sipping tea from a flower cup.

And bug buddy buzzy bee

is a race club for bees ....and it’s free!

Page rides along on the back of a bee,

buzzzzing circles around your bed, you see.

He whispers words in your ear on his flight,

giving you beautiful dreams at night.

Spots and dots

 Spots and dots
By Marja Blom

Chuck an old bug went for a walk and got stuck

Luckily he got help from a cute little bug

He asked little bug what he was doing here alone

"Oh" sighted little bug "I am always on my own"

The others don't like me because I haven't any spots

and you are only cool when you have lots of dots

Come with me little bug, where I live, dotless is the trend

Little bug looked surprised and became confident

He chatted and joked when they went on their way

A young bug heard his laughter and asked him to play

The two had great fun and became friends straight away

Little bug asked old chuck if his new friend could stay

"No he can't, at my place your friends spots will cause fear"

Does it so" mumbled little bug "than I will stay here"

"I like my new friend, about spots I don't care

I even wouldn't care if he had purple hair."

"That's fine" said Chuck and they went separate ways

Old Chuck the bug had a smile on his face.

Santa's beard

Santa’s Beard

One morning, after a deep, deep sleep,
Santa Claus heard a peep, peep, peep.
“Oh my,” he said, “that’s quite absurd
I think I’ve got a nest inside my beard!”

“Mrs. Claus, please take that bird away,”
He said with a frown and great dismay.
Mrs. Claus tried, but then got curious,
Why was the bird so quite furious?

Then next to the bird within his beard,
Eight wiggly, wobbly eyes appeared.
Four tiny chicks popped out with cheer,
And started squealing loud and clear!

“Oh Santa dear, I know what’s best
These chicks must keep their cozy nest.
But you can’t go out like that, you know,
That beard of yours will have to go!”

So Santa went and shaved his beard,
But Santa without one looked quite weird!
He bought a fake one, soft and curled,
And looked better than in the old world!

Now kids, if you give Santa’s beard a pull,
And find that it’s made of wool,
You’ll know the secret...believe my word
It’s because he had to save the birds!

A kiwi night before Christmas

Guest Poem

The New Zealand version of "The night before Christmas" by Yvonne Morrison

A Kiwi Night Before Christmas

It was the night before Christmas, and all round the bach

Not a possum was stirring; not one we could catch.

We left on the table a meat pie and beer,

In hopes that Santa Claus soon would be here.

We children were snuggled up in our bunk beds,

While dreams of pavlova danced in our heads;

And mum in her nightie, and dad in his shorts,

Had just settled down to watch TV sports.

When outside the bach such a ho-ha arose,

I woke up at once from my wonderful doze.

I ran straight to the sliding door, looking about,

Jumped out on the deck, and let out a shout.

The fairy lights dad had strung up around the door

Let me see everything down to the shore.

And what did I see, when I took a peep?

But a miniature tractor and eight tiny sheep.

With a little old driver, his dog on his knee.

I knew at once who this joker might be.

He patted his dog, and in a voice not unkind,

Cried "Good on ya, boy! Now, get in behind!

"Now, Flossy! now Fluffy! now Shaun and Shane!

On, Bossy! on, Buffy on, Jason and Wayne!

Up that red tree, to the top of the bach!

But mind you don't trample the vegetable patch."

So up on the roof those sheep quickly flew,

With the tractor of toys, Santa and his dog too.

As my sister awoke and I turn around,

In through the window he came with a bound.

He wore a black singlet and little white shorts,

And stuck on his feet were gumboots of course;

A sack full of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a postie just opening his pack.

His eyes right as paua shell - oh, how they twinkled!

Like an old tuatara, his skin was all wrinkled!

He had a wide face and a round, fat tummy,

That looked like he'd eaten lots that was yummy.

He spoke not a word, but got down on one knee,

And placed a cricket set under the tree,

A present for sis, one for dad, one for mum,

Then he turned and he winked and held up his thumb.

He jumped on his tractor, to his dog gave a whistle,

And away they all flew, as fast as a missile.

I called out "thanks," as he flew past the gate.

He called back: "Kia ora to all, and good on ya, mate."

Paradise Island

Paradise Island

Pssst — I played the most amazing game,
Come close, I’ll tell you its secret name.
I sailed to an island on a ship,
Where kids skate and skip without a slip.

On the island, I found a teepee,
Danced with Indians ’round a big old tree.
To their chief I said, “Tag—you’re it!”
He chased me with a spear but didn’t hit.

I also met Alice from Wonderland,
Joined her tea party, cup in hand.
We played with walking cards — Alice was better,
Even outshining the Mad Hatter.

Then some pirates threw me in the sea,
After Captain Hook played dice with me.
Peter Pan saved me from the sharks,
That was adventure—oh, what sparks!

With tiny Tinkerbell, I flew a kite,
Till Peter Pan brought me home at night.
I told Mum all the games I played,
She said, “Dreams are for bed. Now off — don’t stay!”

My dolls

My dolls
By Marja Blom

What a mess these toys she dares to say

she, who has never time to play
I'll tell you this you Miss O midy
You are the one who makes this place look untidy

What a snobbery, a snobbery

to want to do away
with these dolls of me
I confine in them, I dine with them

I drink a cup of tea with them

They play with me, they pray with me
They are patient when I talk oui oui
I am their mother, teacher friend

They've got all that time with me to spent

avec moi, with me, with me
They cuddle hug and snuggle me
At night when I'm alone in my bed

They look so pretty and cute to me

They are my dearest company
my dolls my friends to be