Eleanor Farjeon Poems

Cats sleep, anywhere,
Any table, any chair
Top of piano, window-ledge,
In the middle, on the edge,
Open drawer, empty shoe,
Anybody's lap will do,
Fitted in a cardboard box,
In the cupboard, with your frocks-
Anywhere! They don't care!
Cats sleep anywhere.
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What worlds of wonder are our books!
As one opens them and looks,
New ideas and people rise
In our fancies and our eyes.
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I quarreled with my brother,
I don't know what about,
One thing led to another
And somehow we fell out.
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He's nothing much but fur
And two round eyes of blue,
He has a giant purr
And a midget mew.
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The sounds in the evening
Go all through the house,
The click of the clock
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There isn't time, there isn't time
To do the things I want to do,
With all the mountain-tops to climb,
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I'll tell you, shall I, something I remember?
Something that still means a great deal to me.
It was long ago.
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John, John, bad King John
Shamed the throne that he sat on;
Not a scruple, not a straw,
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Five minutes, five minutes more, please!
Let me stay five minutes more!
Can't I just finish the castle
I'm building here on the floor?
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Morning has broken,
Like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken
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