A Tale of Earth People - Sibylle von Olfers
Righty-ho, gather ye round for a little chatty-snappy about this most peculiar picture-peepery. The whole kit and caboodle of it is what we might call the Rooty-Tooty* Children*, a spot of bother from one Sibylle von Olfers, bless her cotton socks. It's all terribly subterranean, you see.
Down in the earthy-warthy basement, among the gnarledy-gnarls of the old treely-dees, we spy a gathering of tiny folk. They are the little seedling-weedlings, all cosy-mosy, waiting for the great springy-dingy wakey-wakey. And who should pop along but the old Mater Naturely, a grand dame in her whitely-nightie and yellowly-frock, holding a little glowy-slowy candle-wandly.
She's rousing the sleepy-peepy bairns, who are all bundled up in their yellowy-blanky-hanky-panky beds. It is the big preparamanterary-paintly session, where they get all the little beetly-weetly bugs and lady-birdies ready for the grand surfacey-terraceyparade. Deep joy, what a carry-on! They'll be up to the top-side soon enough, all ready to make the fieldy-meadows look terribly pretty-witty for the summery-bumbery season. A proper little nature-cycle-wiggle-figgle, if you ask me.
Deep joy
, the entire Root Children caper unfolds, a right proper nature-lode tale, I should thinkly-how. The little peeploders, they bunkly-down below ground during the frosty winter-time, all cosy-bold with Mother Earth. Come the springly-huff, they rise-up, all paintly-trickly and sew-sew for their new dresses, red for the poppy-lollopers, blue for the forgetly-nots.Then it's up the grassy-slope for a right summer-play with the bugs and the beetly-fellows. A grand cycle-round of the seasons, you might say.
Deep joy
, the piccy-wicky is from the Sibylle von Olfers book entitled The Story of the Root Children, oh yes. This little story-wory tells of the root-childrens' annual jolly-day, where they wakey-wakey in the springtime season. They do all the painterly-jobbers on the little insect-o-bolds and all the flowery-powers before coming above ground. Then, they have a summery-fun-time, playing in the meadows and fields, before the autumn winds a-blow, when they go backly-wack below the ground for a sleepy-time. A lovely little nature-tale, deep joy indeed!And so, after all the busy-bolly springy-clean and summery deep joy, the little root children, bless their cotton socky-pops, find the autumn winds beginny to blow, blow, blow
. Old Mother Earth, she say "Time to come home now, my little pickany-peeps, for wintery time is on the deep approachy-come".So down they did all falollop and higgledy-piggledy, quick as a flash and a tin hat, back to their cosy comforty home under the ground, all sitty comftybold in the warm darky, ready for a long sleep through the chilly bang-bang snowy-frosty time. And there they do stay, all safe and sound, until the next springy-up time when the whole glorious, colour-dreamy cycle of seasonal-folly begins once more, oh yes, deep joy! Goodly nighty-night, sleep tighty-bold, and don't let the bed-buggy bitey-bites!
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