Showing posts with label stealing from the public domain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stealing from the public domain. Show all posts

Saturday, May 16, 2026

The Best Game the Fairies Play by Rose Fyleman: Poem

(TESOL Worksheets--Poems ESL Listening)

Transcript: docs, pub
Video: HERE


The Best Game the Fairies Play by Rose Fyleman: poem


Video: https://youtu.be/imlVYl4Q5tw


The best game the fairies play,

    The best game of all,

Is sliding down steeples—

    (You know they’re very tall).

You fly to the weathercock,

    And when you hear it crow,

You fold your wings and clutch your things

    And then let go!

They have a million other games—

    Cloud-catching’s one,

And mud-mixing after rain

    Is heaps and heaps of fun;

But when you go and stay with them

    Never mind the rest,

Take my advice—they’re very nice,

    But steeple-sliding’s best!


Friday, May 01, 2026

Bad King John by Eleanor Farjeon: Poem

(TESOL Worksheets--Poems ESL Listening)

Transcript: docspub
Video: HERE


Bad King John by Eleanor Farjeon: poem


Video: https://youtu.be/5lDioPvdqCs


John, John, bad King John

Shamed the throne that he sat on;

Not a scruple, not a straw,

Cared this monarch for the law;

Promises he daily broke;

None could trust a word he spoke;

So the Barons brought a Deed;

Down to rushy Runnymede,

Magna Carta was it hight,

Charter of the People’s Right,

Framed and fashioned to correct

Kings who act with disrespect –

And with stern and solemn air,

Pointing to the parchment there,

“Sign! Sign! Sign!” they said

“Sign, King John, or resign instead!”


John, John, turning pale,

Ground his teeth and bit his nail;

Chewed his long moustache; and then

Ground and bit and chewed again.

“Plague upon the People!” he

Muttered, “What are they to me?

Plague upon the Barons, too!”

(Here he had another chew,)

But the Barons, standing by,

Eyed him with a baleful eye;

Not a finger did they lift;

Not an eyelash did they shift;

But with one tremendous roar,

Even louder than before,

“Sign! Sign! Sign!” they said,

“SIGN, KING JOHN, OR RESIGN INSTEAD!”


Tuesday, April 28, 2026

If-- by Rudyard Kipling: Poem

(TESOL Worksheets--Poems ESL Listening)

Transcript: docspub
Video: HERE


If-- by Rudyard Kipling: poem


Video: https://youtu.be/LuLF4QlA3Po


If you can keep your head when all about you

    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

    But make allowance for their doubting too:

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

    Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated don't give way to hating,

    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;


If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

    And treat those two impostors just the same:

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;


If you can make one heap of all your winnings

    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

    ⁠And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

    To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

    ⁠Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

    If all men count with you, but none too much:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

    ⁠And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son!


Saturday, April 11, 2026

Futility by Wilfred Owen: Poem

(TESOL Worksheets--Poems ESL Listening)

Transcript: docspub
Video: HERE


Futility by Wilfred Owen: poem


Video: https://youtu.be/iBGnFSSl47w


Move him into the sun—

Gently its touch awoke him once,

At home, whispering of fields unsown.

Always it woke him, even in France,

Until this morning and this snow.

If anything might rouse him now

The kind old sun will know.


Think how it wakes the seeds—

Woke once the clays of a cold star.

Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides

Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?

Was it for this the clay grew tall?

—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil

To break earth's sleep at all?


Monday, March 30, 2026

A Complaint by Rose Fyleman: Poem

(TESOL Worksheets--Poems ESL Listening)

Transcript: docspub
Video: HERE


A Complaint by Rose Fyleman: poem


Video: https://youtu.be/_xAzNyVbXcI


You’ve stolen all our mushrooms!

When friends come in to tea

In Fairyland it is the rule

To offer them a satin stool;

The grass is often very wet

And furniture is hard to get,

As you must all agree.


You've stolen all our mushrooms

And left not one behind.

If people came by night and day

And took your prettiest chairs away

And made them all into a stew

Without so much as thanking you,

Now would you call it kind ?


You've stolen all our mushrooms,

And, if you don't take care,

We'll go about the fields at night

And paint the toadstools brown and white,

And you'll be punished for your greed

By being very ill indeed

So you had best beware.


Saturday, February 07, 2026

The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll: ESL Listening Poems

(TESOL Worksheets--Poems ESL Listening)

Transcript: docspub
Video: HERE


The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll: poems


Video: https://youtu.be/0M-TXhYmOVk


"The sun was shining on the sea,

      Shining with all his might:

He did his very best to make

      The billows smooth and bright —

And this was odd, because it was

      The middle of the night.


The moon was shining sulkily,

      Because she thought the sun

Had got no business to be there

      After the day was done —

"It's very rude of him," she said,

      "To come and spoil the fun."


The sea was wet as wet could be,

      The sands were dry as dry.

You could not see a cloud, because

      No cloud was in the sky:

No birds were flying overhead —

      There were no birds to fly.


The Walrus and the Carpenter

      Were walking close at hand;

They wept like anything to see

      Such quantities of sand:

If this were only cleared away,'

      They said, it would be grand!'


If seven maids with seven mops

      Swept it for half a year,

Do you suppose,' the Walrus said,

      That they could get it clear?'

I doubt it,' said the Carpenter,

      And shed a bitter tear.


O Oysters, come and walk with us!'

      The Walrus did beseech.

A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,

      Along the briny beach:

We cannot do with more than four,

      To give a hand to each.'


The eldest Oyster looked at him,

      But never a word he said:

The eldest Oyster winked his eye,

      And shook his heavy head —

Meaning to say he did not choose

      To leave the oyster-bed.


But four young Oysters hurried up,

      All eager for the treat:

Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,

      Their shoes were clean and neat —

And this was odd, because, you know,

      They hadn't any feet.


Four other Oysters followed them,

      And yet another four;

And thick and fast they came at last,

      And more, and more, and more —

All hopping through the frothy waves,

      And scrambling to the shore.


The Walrus and the Carpenter

      Walked on a mile or so,

And then they rested on a rock

      Conveniently low:

And all the little Oysters stood

      And waited in a row.


The time has come,' the Walrus said,

      To talk of many things:

Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax —

      Of cabbages — and kings —

And why the sea is boiling hot —

      And whether pigs have wings.'


But wait a bit,' the Oysters cried,

      Before we have our chat;

For some of us are out of breath,

      And all of us are fat!'

No hurry!' said the Carpenter.

      They thanked him much for that.


A loaf of bread,' the Walrus said,

      Is what we chiefly need:

Pepper and vinegar besides

      Are very good indeed —

Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,

      We can begin to feed.'


But not on us!' the Oysters cried,

      Turning a little blue.

After such kindness, that would be

      A dismal thing to do!'

The night is fine,' the Walrus said.

      Do you admire the view?


It was so kind of you to come!

      And you are very nice!'

The Carpenter said nothing but

      Cut us another slice:

I wish you were not quite so deaf —

      I've had to ask you twice!'


It seems a shame,' the Walrus said,

      To play them such a trick,

After we've brought them out so far,

      And made them trot so quick!'

The Carpenter said nothing but

      The butter's spread too thick!'


I weep for you,' the Walrus said:

      I deeply sympathize.'

With sobs and tears he sorted out

      Those of the largest size,

Holding his pocket-handkerchief

      Before his streaming eyes.


O Oysters,' said the Carpenter,

      You've had a pleasant run!

Shall we be trotting home again?'

      But answer came there none —

And this was scarcely odd, because

      They'd eaten every one."