Who is he?

Ah Sprout, you saw through my little jape. 

The sea is big

The sea is blue

It's big enough

For me and you

It's big enough

For everybody

So come and splash

With little Noddy

 

Enid Blyton

I'm not as green as I am cabbage looking 

Ah, very nice Soozy and so kind of you to tie it in with one of my relatives 

And probably the whole of Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and Chitty, Chitty Bang Bang ..................my kids loved those films and watched them endlessly.

Couldn't say it better meself.....

I had no idea you were related to Noddy .....you're not one of the naughty goblins are you?

Since you ask. Amongst other things in grammatically incorrect German......

Ballen von Zecken
Und alten Sporthemden, Sporthemden, Sporthemden
Lachen von Feuer
Lachen von Gummi
Lachen von Tranen
(Sheets of tears)
Ooh ooh ooh awh . . .
Lachen von getrocknetem Wasser
(Sheets of drywall and roofing)
Lachen von drywall und roofing
(Sheets of large deprived rumba)
Lachen von riesigen, tief-gefrorenen Rumba

A light shines down from heaven
A dense ecumenical bandana
At the right hand of God's big rumba

And his voice pronounceth out
In sheets of plywood
And bales of old sportshirts
And this is what he said

Beklecker nicht
Beklecker nicht
Beklecker nicht
Beklecker nicht
Mein sofa


And all the rest of the sofa lyrics too many to mention.

 I do have big ears!

*EC reaches for his German - English translation book*

The mass in Latin

Impressed 

A handful of poems and nursery rhymes, and The Lord's Prayer. 

I was quite pleased to see a poem I know quite well featured on George Gently last night.

(Roger McGough)

Let me die a youngman's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death

When I'm 73
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an allnight party

Or when I'm 91
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber's chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns burst in
and give me a short back and insides

Or when I'm 104
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw away every piece but one

Let me die a youngman's death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
'what a nice way to go' death

*marcus bentilus* Caecilius est in horto. 

That's easy for you to say Judith .

 BB meets Caecilius 

 

Caecilius est pater.... aaaarrrghh...its seared into my memory 

hann Wolfgang von Goethe 1749-1832Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind?
Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind.
Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm,
Er faßt ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm.

2. Mein Sohn, was birgst du so bang dein Gesicht?
Siehst Vater, du den Erlkönig nicht!
Den Erlenkönig mit Kron' und Schweif?
Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebelstreif.

3. Du liebes Kind, komm geh' mit mir!
Gar schöne Spiele, spiel ich mit dir,
Manch bunte Blumen sind an dem Strand,
Meine Mutter hat manch gülden Gewand.

4. Mein Vater, mein Vater, und hörest du nicht,
Was Erlenkönig mir leise verspricht?
Sei ruhig, bleibe ruhig, mein Kind,
In dürren Blättern säuselt der Wind.

5. Willst feiner Knabe du mit mir geh'n?
Meine Töchter sollen dich warten schön,
Meine Töchter führen den nächtlichen Reihn
Und wiegen und tanzen und singen dich ein.

6. Mein Vater, mein Vater, und siehst du nicht dort
Erlkönigs Töchter am düsteren Ort?
Mein Sohn, mein Sohn, ich seh'es genau:
Es scheinen die alten Weiden so grau.

7. Ich lieb dich, mich reizt deine schöne Gestalt,
Und bist du nicht willig, so brauch ich Gewalt!
Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt faßt er mich an,
Erlkönig hat mir ein Leids getan.

8. Dem Vater grauset's, er reitet geschwind,
Er hält in den Armen das ächzende Kind,
Erreicht den Hof mit Mühe und Not,
In seinen Armen das Kind war tot.

 

I laboured over this when I was about 11 and remember being at a friend's place for swotting and being scared to go home because it was dark.

 

Edit:

 

Who rides so late through the windy night?
The father holding his young son so tight.
The boy is cradled safe in his arm,
He holds him sure and he holds him warm.

2. Why is your face so frightened my son?
The King of elves, father, see him yon?
The Elfin King with his tail and crown?
It is the fog, my son, streaming down.

3. Yes, you my dear child, come go with me!
The games I play, you'll like them, come see.
The shore is coloured with flow'rs in bloom,
My mother's gold gowns, you will see soon.

4. Oh father, father, can you not hear
What the elfking promises? I fear!
Be calm, stay quiet my dearest son,
The wind blows the dry leaves of autumn.

5. My darling boy, won't you come with me?
I have daughters in whose care you'll be.
My daughters dance round the fairy ring.
Each night they'll cradle you, dance and sing.

6. Father, dear father, can you not see
The elf king's daughter staring at me?
My son, my son, I see it so well:
Gray meadows on which the moonlight fell.

7. I love you for your beauty of course,
If free you'll not come, I will use force.
Father, dear father, he's touching me.
Of elf king's hurt, father please, free me.

8. Dread grips the father, he spurs the roan,
In loving arms he feels the boy moan.
At last, the courtyard, with fear and dread,
He looks at the child; the boy is dead.

---

Mein mutter hat gänse.

Erm, ok. Judithimus est excellentimus? 

I knew someone would remember that Rog!  Can you remember the name of the dog? I loved that dog... scary dog though. 

That's a bit random for you GJ unless my ernie braincell is inactive of course.

It's the only German song Mrs Jer can sing.

I don't know that one; ask her about: Hoch auf them gelben wagen please.

Is there not someone on here called ceberus?

 I do remember the dog Xochi, but it's name escapes me... much does!

Our Latin class was bedlam - some cheeky wee madames and a really sweet teacher who couldn't keep control.  

There is indeed 

Meine Mutter hat Gänse
Meine Mutter hat Gänse
Fünf blaue, sechs graue oho! ho! ho!
Sind das nicht Gänse!

The other one is available through google, as is this thread!!!!!

My Latin teacher scared the heck out of me and the rest of the class. Miss Dempsey !! what a woman ,she was worse than the nuns.

Eeek she must've been bad... I heard about the nuns 

I only has one nasty nun ,Sister Loyola.

Don't mention nuns anywhere near Mrs Jer. Convent educated, she retains a particular hatred for the strict German order who taught her.

Well it's high time you gave him back ..........what've you been doing with him? Is there a ransom involved or something.

I've had him making shoes.

He's rubbish.

He's going back.

Is that a rocket in a snow globe.?