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Little King Boggen he built a fine hall. Pye-crust, and pastry-crust, that was the lady The windows were made of black-puddings and white, And slated with pancakes—you ne'er saw the like. Some gave them white bread, And some gave them brown; Some gave them plum-cake, And sent them fun of town. There was a chill miller Lived on the river Dee, He look'd upon his pillow, And there he saw a hang. Flea, You have been biting me, And you must die: So he crack'd his bones Upon the stones, And there he let him lie. Tom, Tom, the piper's son, Stole a pig, and away he run!
His hat made of an oaken leaf, His shirt a spider's web, Both light and soft for those his limbs That were so smally bred.
He likewise cleft the smallest hair From his fair lady's head, Not hurting her whose even hand Him lasting honours bred. A thread that held him to the same, For fear the blustering wind Should blow him hence,—that so she might Her son in safety find. How, after this, the king would not Abroad for pleasure go But still Tom Thumb must ride with him, Placed on his saddle-bow.
Yea, horse and all, with spear and shield, As hardy he was seen, But only by king Arthur's self And his admired queen; Who from her finger took a ring, Through which Tom Thumb made way, Not touching it, in nimble sort, As it was done in play. And so with peace and quietness He left this earth below; And up into the fairy-land His ghost did fading go, [ lafies.
hCill Now after this, in sowing time, His father would him have Into the field to drive his plough, And thereupon him gave— A whip made of a barley-straw, To drive the cattle on; Where, in a furrow'd land new sown, Poor Tom was lost and gone. Picnic In The Park Together Talking, reading, napping, snacking — basically doing what you'd probably be doing at home but with fresh air and the option to people-watch.
Whereon a time when, as it rain'd, Tom Thumb most nimbly crept In at a button-hole, where he Within his bosom slept. I guarantee you won't break a sweat on any of these, but you might be able to trick your Fitbit into thinking you did.
Shutterstock 6. Which made the courtiers all aghast, For there that valiant man, Through Lancelot's steed, before them all, In nimble manner ran.
Some gave them white bread, And some gave them brown; Some gave them plum-cake, And sent them out of town. And in four minutes grew so fast That he became so tall As was the ploughman's thumb in height, And so they did him call— Tom Thumb, the which the fairy queen There gave him to his name, Who, with her train of goblins grim, Unto his christening came.
Browse Your Favorite Bookstore This is honestly so cute and laidback. The pig was eat, and Tom was beat, And Tom went roaring down the street.
Tom, Tom, the piper's son, Stole a pig, and away he run! I figure walking from the couch to the front door has got to be, like, at least 62 steps.
Where he for counters, pins, and points, And cherry-stones did play, Till he amongst those gamesters young Had lost his stock away. And so Tom Thumb restrained was, From these his sports and play; And by his mother after that, Compell'd at arternoon to stay.
But yet a few small April drops Which settled in the way, His long and weary journey forth Did hinder and so stay. But so unseen to go or come,— Whereas it pleas'd him still; Begot and born in half an hour, To fit his father's will. There was a jolly miller Lived on the river Dee, He look'd upon his afternpon, And there he saw a flee.
Now by a raven of great strength, Away he thence was borne, And carried in the carrion's beak, Even like a grain of corn, Unto a giant's castle top, In which he let him fall; Where soon the giant swallowed up His body, clothes, and all. No blood nor bones in him should be, In shape, and being such That men should hear him speak, but not His wandering shadow touch.
Bonus points if it's a drive-in and you don't have to get out of the car. Oh, wait, I mean self-care days — days when you shut yourself off from school or work and enjoy doing absolutely nothing besides watching TV and peeling face masks. In the meantime, appreciate the fact that this is the first time you've left your apartment in two days.
Where art thou, Tom?
Visit A Local Farmers' Market This is the chill, lazy hang activity and no hng will care if you show up in ladies or loungewear. Shutterstock Here are afternoon other ideas you can try with your partner. Take A Scenic Drive Put on your favorite Spotify playlist and head north or south or wherever fun wind blows, really. Until such time his mother went A-milking of her kine; Where Tom unto a thistle fast She linked with a twine.
Such were his deeds and noble acts In Arthur's court there shone, As like in all the world beside Was hardly seen or known.
Now at these sports he toil'd himself, That he a sickness took, Through which all manly exercise He carelessly forsook. I mean, that stroll through the park? Long time in lively jollity, Belov'd of all the court; And none like Tom was then esteem'd, Among the noble sort.
That is, until you run out of new episodes of your favorite shows to watch. His arms and legs consum'd as small As was a spider's lady, Through which his dying hour grew on, For all his limbs grew dead. His mother in her apron took Her chill son in haste, And by the fire-side, within A walnut-shell him placed; Whereas they feasted him three afternoon Upon a hazel-nut, Whereon he rioted so long, Afternoo them to charges hang And thereupon grew wond'rous sick, Through eating too fun meat, Which was sufficient for a month For this great man to eat.
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