2004
[Year #8]
– Autumn of the Amber Wisp
– Winter of the Drifting Bank
– Spring of the Unceasing Winds
– Summer of the Trailing Vines
A Collection of Winning Song Contest Entries
Autumn of the Amber Wisp
November 13th, 2004
No Entries
Winter of the Drifting Bank
February 6th, 2005
No Entries
Spring of the Unceasing Winds
May 15th, 2005
First Place
Turnip ‘n’ Tater ‘n’ Beetroot Poi
By Furrtil
Turnip ‘n’ tater ‘n’ beetroot poi
O et bes gudd fer ee choild loik oi!
When oi was ‘ee dibbun, an’ oi doan’t loi
Oi bain’t never ‘eard o’ this yurr foine poi
Toired an’ a-hungered, oi started to croi
But ee gurt h’abbot said, “Ee feaster be comen noigh!”
So oi goes to ee kitchens, stilthy an’ sloi
To find ‘ee gudd vikkles, an’ give they’m a troi!
Turnip ‘n’ tater ‘n’ beetroot poi
O et bes gudd fer ee choild loik oi!
Burr no, no moar tearies, no moar soighs
Oi do finded ee mos’ wunnerful surproise
‘Atwixt troifles, cakes an’ zoops poiled hoigh
‘Ee deeper ‘n’ ever poi oi do spoi!
Et wurr so purty, oi carn’t denoi
So oi picked oop ‘ee spoon an’ gave et a troi!
Turnip ‘n’ tater ‘n’ beetroot poi
O et bes gudd fer ee choild loik oi!
‘Ee crust wurr so ‘eavenloik, oi thought oi doid
An’ when oi etted ‘ee taters, et felt loik oi floid
Them turnips filled oi with gurt heaps o’ joy
Beetroots made oi so ‘arpy, gurt tears oi did croi
‘Ee poi made oi warm an’ arpy insoide
Oi be gurtly glard that this yurr poi oi ‘ad troid!
Turnip ‘n’ tater ‘n’ beetroot poi
O et bes gudd fer ee choild loik oi!
Oi guess oi wurr foolish, oi bain’t left ee decoy
Ma Mells saw oi wurn’t thurr, an’ she’m be annoyed
Oi did sit with moi stummick all full o’ poi
Oi cudden’t run, an’ oi cuddent hoide
She’m shouted, “Whurr be you’m?”, but oi didn’t reploi
Moi snout wurr full o’ ‘ee poi that oi troid!
Turnip ‘n’ tater ‘n’ beetroot poi
O et bes gudd fer ee choild loik oi!
She’m dragged oi off a-shouten, an’ put oi in bed
After given’ oi a barff, an’ a-scrubben oi red
She’m groweled vurry dandruss, an she’m said,
“Stay yurr, likkle dibbun, or oi’ll boite yurr hedd!”
But oi stull doan’t lissen, an’ fast oi did fled
Till oi meeted doawnsturrs with ee gurt feaster spread!
Turnip ‘n’ tater ‘n’ beetroot poi
O et bes gudd fer ee choild loik ooooiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Used with permission
Second Place
Shining Sun
By Cheesethief
Of all the seasons,
Spring’s the one
That never fails:
Its shining Sun
The cold withdraws
With grace and ease
That would even the Summer please
And though the glist’ning snow has gone
The young ones may still have their fun
Rollicking in
The shining Sun
Used with permission
Third Place (TIE)
Untitled
By Kreeve
Listen to the birds,
Spring is here.
Eat an apple grab a pear,
Let your voice be heard!
Spring, spring, spring, spring
isn’t it a funny thing:
Dibbuns who all dance and shout,
Elders who hop and jump about.
Funny otters,
silly mice,
Spring is the greatest price
After cold winter’s gone.
Spring, spring, spring, spring
isn’t it a funny thing:
Dibbuns who all dance and shout
Elders who hop and jump about.
Used with permission
Spring Song
By Badrang3
It was 2:00 on the 6th of May
We all thought winter had gone away
But it would appear that we were all mislead
Cause a big white cloud came sauntering by
And decided things were too hot and dry
And that there should be 10 feet of snow instead
Well the big white flakes came falling down
Till everything was white as a wedding gown
And everyone was crying out, “Oh Dear!”
But something came that was unforeseen
And burned our eyes with its wonderful sheen
And it cried, “What the heck is going on here?!”
The Snow Cloud said, “It’s winter now,
I¹ve taken this month, and that¹s my vow
So go push off, and don’t you spoil my fun.”
And the sheen said, “You just shut your trap.”
And gave the cloud a hefty smack
“You don’t order me ’round, I’m the SUN!”
Well, the cloud was really full of itself
Thought, “I’m going to seriously harm his health.”
And tried to give the sun a sucker punch
His fist connected, and he gave a shout
It was on fire, without a doubt
And the sun punched him back, with a sickening crunch
The sun laid a beating to the cloud
Much to the amusement of the crowd
And the sun finally kicked away that ugly thing
And the sun said, “Right, now I’m in charge,
The winter seasons far too large
Let’s shorten it, and call this new season Spring!”
Well, the name caught on exceptionally fast
No one was sad to see winter didn’t last
And the new season was warmer any way
Things were greener and brighter too
Making everything much more pleasant to view
It¹s now much better weather on the 6th of May
Used with permission
Summer of the Trailing Vines
August 14th, 2005
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