POEMS FOR CHILDREN


Not all poems and songs are written for adult people only. In fact there are lots of lyrics in all cultures which are often overlooked as they are so common among young people, that the sages often miss their true value. Nevertheless especially poems for children represent texts which have educational meaning and contain many things of tradition in rather simple, but effective form. But exactly these texts help a generate to form a culture and should therefore not be neglected.


T
HE BRINITARISANEAR
by DEKLITCH HARDIN

The Brinitarisanear is a poem written by Aniqani Msaqu, the Eyelian Chief Librarian of the Bestiary Section at Lorehaven from the early years of the 15th century. Aniqani created the poem to teach children about different animals on Caelereth. The original form of the poem didn't have the response parts of it and these were developed by the children when they were used to the structure and repetition of the poem. As with other songs and poems, this poem has spread around Santharia, and it seems to be quite popular among children all over the kingdom and even in parts of Northern Sarvonia. The Black Butterfly Rovers are one group that have contributed to the dispersal of this poem, as are bards, such as Masterbard Judith of Bardavos.

There's quite a weird creature that we rarely see,
A most peculiar animal that hangs from a tree,
It is something like a vilerat and a little like a fujin
But it is nothing like a paxon or peaceful kyrattin,
So let me teach you its name, just in case it does appear,
It is Bri
Response: Bri
Brinitaris
Response: Brinitaris
Brinitarisanear
Response: Brinitarisanear

It is horned like a Krumhorn, fanged like a dark-stryke shark,
And it is coloured like a duscur, it has a fearsome bark,
It loves to chase children, the elf or human kind,
So stay with your parents, or you no more they'll find,
But if you call its name quite loudly, it will run away in fear,
It is Bri
Response: Bri
Brinitaris
Response: Brinitaris
Brinitarisanear
Response: Brinitarisanear

It lives in a family, just like me and you,
with a mummy, and a daddy, and little children too,
It feasts on kuswik hoppers and on cua-cua wings,
But it is scared of the gossiper, which copies when it sings,
Here is its name again, just in case it does draw near,
It is Bri
Response: Bri
Brinitaris
Response: Brinitaris
Brinitarisanear
Response: Brinitarisanear

But I doubt that you have seen it; and I truthfully must say,
That I haven't seen it either, neither today nor yesterday.
For I don't know of such an animal, but like you I haven't been,
To the lands of Nybelmar, with jungles all shades of green,.
I once again teach its name, so practice what you hear,
It is Bri
Response: Bri
Brinitaris
Response: Brinitaris
Brinitarisanear
Response: Brinitarisanear

 

A DAYS OF THE  WEEK FORTUNETELLING RHYME
by Bard Judith

This short counting rhyme is about a century old, and comes from the Manthrian peasants and farmers, who say that one can foretell a child's basic nature by the day of the week upon which he or she was born. Note that they, with stolid cynicism, attribute a nature exactly opposite that which one might expect: a child born on the day named after money and its affairs will be a spendthrift, for example.

Some farmwomen still take this old superstition so seriously that the Manthrian herbwives and Baveras'Wills continue to do a good trade in 'Babe-bringer Draughts', or labour-inducing tinctures, which they swear when taken properly will bring the babe on the day desired. Most of these draughts contain nothing more powerful than Black Raspberry, Wombloose, Mithril Birch sap and the like, which if they do fail to induce labour on the day desired, at the very least will do no harm...

A Prayday child is rebel or flirt,
While a Washday child loves earth and dirt.
Payday's babe in his purse hath a hole,
Midsday's child seeks things of the soul.
On Gamesday born - will never win,
Bakeday birth fates a child too thin -
But a Fastday tot will surely thrive,
Double chins ere he comes to wive.

 

HEARD IN THE WOODS OF A SUMMER NIGHT
(
THE CHOORGA SONG)

by Bard Judith

This is a children's song from West-Central Santharia, often sung as a delightful pre-lullaby to get tired children into their sleepsmocks and onto their pillows. The chorus, nonsense imitation of the Riccio's chortle though it be, is remarkably catchy and one may often find it still 'stuck' in the ear after singing it the night before!

Please note that the last word of the chorus is more of a sort of full-body 'shudder' which mimes the characteristic little quill-rattle of a woebegone pricklepig, and one of the children's favourite parts...

The moon is full, the trees are high,
A pricklesow is out tonight.
She sits and sings her lovelorn song,
Beneath the summer moon so bright.

Ah choorga woorga choorga chu,
Ah guk guk choorga wa!
Ee huf fuf wadda worgle gung,
Ah choorga blukkle sssaaa!

A prickleboar he hears her plaint
And comes a-huffing by,
So nose to nose they dance about
Beneath the starlit sky.

Ah...choorga woorga choorga chu,
Ah guk guk choorga wa!
Ee huf fuf wadda worgle gung
Ah choorga blukkle sssaaa!

Now dance my lad and dance my lass,
And take thy mother's arm,
And dancing off to bed we go,
For naught shall do thee harm.

Ahhhh... choorga woorga choorga chu!
Ah guk guk choorga wa!
Ee huf fuf wadda worgle gung...
Ah choorga blukkle sssaaa!

And pour me some more of that Santharian Ale!"


"The Choorga Song", composed and performed by Bard Judith
Format: MP3, Length: 1:38. Original Santharian Work
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HEROOL'S PROWL
by DECIPHER ZIRON

"Herool’s Prowl" is a song/poem recited by many Zhunite children. It relates to the story of Herool, a huge fabled Seawyrm which had the ability to talk telepathically to his victims before luring them into his trap. In the tale he would lure swimming children to a hidden place with promises of treasure, and would devour them. It is supposed to teach children the importance of suspicion and to forget your own greed. It is also, more blatantly, a warning of the children to avoid the dangers of the coast, Seawyrm or otherwise...

Herool, Herool,
You hear his song,
Herool, Herool,
So sweet and long,

Herool, Herool,
Tells you his lies,
Herool, Herool,
The follower dies,

Herool, Herool,
Ignore the beast,
Herool, Herool,
Forget his treats,

Herool, Herool,
Forget your greed,
Herool, Herool,
Retreat with great speed,

Herool, Herool,
You think you’re a winner,
Herool, Herool,
Has made you his dinner,

Herool, Herool,
You hear his song,
Herool, Herool,
So sweet and Long.


Herool's Prowl

"Herool's Prowl", composed and performed by Gean Firefeet, lyrics by Decipher Ziron
Format: MP3, Length: 1:43. Original Santharian Work
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ABOUT A MOUSE
by FLUFFY RAMBLER

High on the top of the roof of a house,
Which stood on the side of a large city square,
Next to the chimney alone sat a mouse
And shivered because of the cold nightly air.

And up in the sky, very deep in the dark gauze,
Right there amidst all the pale dots of light,
Just at the place where the big yellow moon was,
It saw a huge piece of cheese glowing bright.

The mouse was dreaming of leaving the roof tiles,
Of flying towards this oh-so-tasty dish.
In spite of the others' sarcastic and cold smiles
It never abandoned its most childish wish.

And so on this night our mouse decided
To finally gather its courage to fly,
Then, with slow steps - though with confidence guided -
It walked down the roof...
... and jumped into the sky.
 


A
S THE WINTER GROWS OLD

by SOIL FANG

"The world is white! The world is white!"
cried the little hobbit as her heart filled with fright.

"Easy now," her mother said.
"It's something called snow, and we will be all right."

"But mommy! Its cold
And there is something in my hair!"
"Its a snowfling, my dear
And it fell through the air."

"They are pretty and light so there's no need to run.
It will cover the ground and with time even the sun.
It will freeze all the lands and the fields as a sign
of the world changing for the likes of yours and mine!
The world is white, yes the world is white!
If the river has frozen it's what the winter has chosen!

Now play little love,
In the snow, on the ice!
This world is pure,
And it carries no lies."

"Oh mommy! The snow
seems like a wonderful thing!
Let's dance to it, mommy!
Let's dance, laugh and sing!

But mommy, I'm still oh so wet and so cold..."
"My child, you'll get warm as the winter grows old."
 

THE IRONMAN
by ROGUEHAMMER

He bangs is head and feels nothing,
He whips himself, he whips himself,
He hits himself, and jaw frothing,
He licks himself, he licks himself.

He moves the peaks to make his home,
He lifts them high, he lifts them high,
And when he’s done, no sweat is shown,
He lifts them dry, he lifts them dry.

All hail the Ironman! The Ironman!
He pounds ‘em hard, he pounds ‘em hard,
He pounds ‘em while they’re on their guard,
So all hail the Iron shard!

With a pine is the pommel made,
He shaves it quick, he shaves it quick,
A thousand mines gone in the blade,
He shaves it slick, he shaves it slick.

A thousand logs gone in ‘is shield,
He heaves it far, he heaves it far,
And all the gods, to him they yield,
He weaves it far, he weaves it far.

All hail the Ironman! The Ironman!
He thumps ‘em good, he thumps ‘em good,
He thumps them as nobody could,
So all hail the Iron blood!

A thousand branches gone in ‘is bow,
He pulls it taut, he pulls it taut,
His string is made from dragon’s row,
He holds it taut, he holds it taut.

A thousand chunks gone in ‘is axe,
He brings it ‘round, he brings it ‘round,
His sheaths made of a thousand sacks,
He swings it round, he swings it round.

All hail the Ironman! The Ironman!
He’s made of steel, he’s made of steel,
And, boy, I say, O, he can kill,
So all hail the Iron will!


T
HE DRAGONFLY AND I

by AMUWEN

(A Silly Poem)

One long day ago
Went I to play out
Upon happened I
A dragonfly little
To me said he
How do you do?
To him said I
What mean you do?
For understand him not did I
To me said he
I don't understand you
Shrugged I and away walked
 

THE MUSHROOM MONSTERS
by Bard Judith

 (Peasant father tucks his kiddies in for the night,
looks deep into their wide eyes and begins in a low voice.....)


In
The
Night
From town to town
The
Evil
Stalks
With fange'd frown...

The Mutant Mushrooms
Large and wild
Which have been known
To eat a child

Come
With
Their
Fangs
All sharp and bright
Their
Gills
Are
Green
A fungal fright...

Each giant nods
Its mushroom head
A-dripping spores
Of mycoid dread...

And
They
Are
Here!
AROUND YOUR BED!

(Children cower under bedcovers and resolve not to stick
a toe out till morning... Father goes back downstairs to his fire and pipe
and a quiet evening with the wife...)

 

BE WARY
by FINNAEL

(This is one of those small poems that mothers say to their children
to make sure they are careful about where they go.
A very common poem in the norther province of Nermeran,
near the Troll Mountains.)


Be wary of the dreadful troll
that slyly lies in wait
to drag you to his frightful hole
and put you on his plate.

His blood is red and boiling hot,
he yells in frightening tones
He'll cook you in his dinner pot
your skin, your guts, your bones.

So watch your footsteps when you go
upon a dangerous stroll,
or you might end up down below
as supper for the troll.


TAKE A SEAT, HERE'S YOUR PLATE
by SAHNDORF

(A Karii song for the children when they don´t want to eat their food..)

Take a seat, here's your plate,
Don't look at me with that face.
If you don't like what you see,
Here's a tip for you from me.
Look at... that! And... over there!
Lady Echiilan is everywhere!
If you do not eat your food,
She will come and drink your blood.
 

SHE IS WATCHING
by FINNAEL

She wanders her castle all day and all night,
Her appearance alone could make you shudder in fright.
Please do not venture into the Water Marshes,
It only causes death to those that she watches.

She waits for a soul to help her through all her tears,
To keep her mind off her hall of broken mirrors.
Please do not venture into the Water Marshes,
It only causes death to those that she watches.

All she does is sit there on her throne,
On top of her head, sits her crown made of bone.
Please do not venture into the Water Marshes,
It only causes death to those that she watches.

If you are bad, she will take you away,
Is what all the Sarvonian mothers would say.
Please do not venture into the Water Marshes,
It only causes death to those that she watches.

So do not be bad, and please be good,
Don’t go outside without your hood.
She could be right there, waiting for you,
She is the Bone Queen, yes it’s true, so
Please do not venture into the Water Marshes,
It only causes death to those that she watches.
 

BATS ON THE WALL
by FINNAEL

(The following is a typical children's counting song, known
throughout Santharia, though it is sung in different versions
at different regions of the kingdom. You can find the varities
of the song below. The first two versions are mainly
sung in rural regions like the Manthrian plains.)


100 brown bats sitting up on the wall,
100 brown bats, which one is next to fall,
100 brown bats, a huge gust comes around,
and knocks one more bat,
straight down to the ground.

99 brown bats sitting up on the wall,
99 brown bats, which one is next to fall,
99 brown bats, a huge gust comes around,
and knocks one more bat,
straight down to the ground...

(Sung until only one bat remains)

One more brown bat is sitting up on the wall,
one more brown bat, he is ready to fall,
He waits for the gust to come back once again
to knock him down so that no bats remain.

(Slightly different version:)

100 bats sitting out on a wall,
100 bats on a wall,
A gust comes around,
Knocks one bat to the ground,
99 bats on the wall!

99 bats sitting out on a wall,
99 bats on a wall,
A gust comes around,
Knocks one bat to the ground,
98 bats on the wall!

(Sung until only one rat remains)

One
more brown bat is sitting out on a wall,
one more brown bat, he is ready to fall,
He waits for the gust to come back once again
to knock him down so that no bats remain.

(In bigger cities like New-Santhala, where the sight of rats is not so
uncommon, the song is often sung with a rat equivalent:)

100 brown rats sitting on the wall,
100 brown rats, which one is next to fall,
100 brown rats, a huge gust comes around,
and knocks one more rat,
straight down to the ground.

A Rat

Well, not a rat on a wall, but up a tree for a change... This Santharian rat was drawn by Fiorellina.

99 brown rats sitting on the wall,
99 brown rats, which one is next to fall,
99 brown rats, a huge gust comes around,
and knocks one more rat,
straight down to the ground.

(Sung until only one rat remains)

One more brown rat is sitting up on the wall,
one more brown bat, he is ready to fall,
He waits for the gust to come back once again
to knock him down so that no rats remain.
 

Poems written by various team members