DLTK's Holiday Activities
Story Telling
by Edgar A. Guest
Most every night when they're in bed,
And both their little prayers
have said,
They shout for me to come upstairs
And tell them tales of
gypsies bold,
And eagles with the claws that hold
A baby's weight,
and fairy sprites
That roam the woods on starry nights.
And I
must illustrate these tales,
Must imitate the northern gales
That
toss the native man's canoe,
And show the way he paddles, too.
If in
the story comes a bear,
I have to pause and sniff the air
And show
the way he climbs the trees
To steal the honey from the bees.
And then I buzz like angry bees
And sting him on his nose and knees
And howl in pain, till mother cries:
"That pair will never shut their
eyes,
While all that noise up there you make;
You're simply keeping
them awake."
And then they whisper: "Just one more,"
And once again
I'm forced to roar.
New stories every night they ask.
And that
is not an easy task;
I have to be so many things,
The frog that
croaks, the lark that sings,
The cunning fox, the frightened hen;
But just last night they stumped me, when
They wanted me to twist and
squirm
And imitate an angle worm.
At last they tumble off to
sleep,
And softly from their room I creep
And brush and comb the
shock of hair
I tossed about to be a bear.
Then mother says: "Well,
I should say
You're just as much a child as they."
But you can bet
I'll not resign
That story telling job of mine.
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