At the Catskill Mountain’s feet
there lived a simple feller,
He was good and very sweet,
but his wife?- she was a yeller!
Rip Van Winkle was his name
and the children loved him so
With them he would play some games
like flying kites and more
He would do just ANYTHING
if it was to lend a hand
But when it came to his own things
he was just a lazy man!
One day, when his dame had screamed
he went up the hills
And to him it really seemed
that everything was still
When suddenly he heard a cry
calling out his name
But when he looked out low and high
all was still the same
Then he spotted an old man
carrying some strange drink, Rip eager to lend a hand
Ran up without a think
Together they went higher up
till they reached a clearing
Rip joined in their friendly sup
even though night was nearing
Tempted to try out their draught
he drank as much as he could
He drank and drank without a thought
he drank till he felt good
He yawned and then he fell asleep
feeling very good
He became a curled up heap
snoring as much as he could
When he woke up in the morn
it was very bright
But all his clothes were worn and torn
and he looked quite a sight!
His beard had grown so very long
He felt stiff and old
His dog too, had suddenly gone
With no stick he couldn’t hold
He made his way down to his home
New houses were there
At the gate there was a dome
With a painting of a bear
He called out for his wife and dame
But they never came
He felt his mind was in a swirl
Where was his child and dame?
Then he saw a lady near
A child was in her arms
It’s little eyes were full of tears
She was telling it to keep calm
Rip Van Winkle knew that tone
It was of his daughters
Now she had become quite old
Not quite so full of laughter
‘What’s your name’, he asked the girl
‘Judith’, replied she
His thoughts were once again a whirl
She was the daughter of he!
He told her all about his life
She took him to her place
Of a farmer she was a wife
And no more troubles he had to face
THE END
there lived a simple feller,
He was good and very sweet,
but his wife?- she was a yeller!
Rip Van Winkle was his name
and the children loved him so
With them he would play some games
like flying kites and more
He would do just ANYTHING
if it was to lend a hand
But when it came to his own things
he was just a lazy man!
One day, when his dame had screamed
he went up the hills
And to him it really seemed
that everything was still
When suddenly he heard a cry
calling out his name
But when he looked out low and high
all was still the same
Then he spotted an old man
carrying some strange drink, Rip eager to lend a hand
Ran up without a think
Together they went higher up
till they reached a clearing
Rip joined in their friendly sup
even though night was nearing
Tempted to try out their draught
he drank as much as he could
He drank and drank without a thought
he drank till he felt good
He yawned and then he fell asleep
feeling very good
He became a curled up heap
snoring as much as he could
When he woke up in the morn
it was very bright
But all his clothes were worn and torn
and he looked quite a sight!
His beard had grown so very long
He felt stiff and old
His dog too, had suddenly gone
With no stick he couldn’t hold
He made his way down to his home
New houses were there
At the gate there was a dome
With a painting of a bear
He called out for his wife and dame
But they never came
He felt his mind was in a swirl
Where was his child and dame?
Then he saw a lady near
A child was in her arms
It’s little eyes were full of tears
She was telling it to keep calm
Rip Van Winkle knew that tone
It was of his daughters
Now she had become quite old
Not quite so full of laughter
‘What’s your name’, he asked the girl
‘Judith’, replied she
His thoughts were once again a whirl
She was the daughter of he!
He told her all about his life
She took him to her place
Of a farmer she was a wife
And no more troubles he had to face
THE END
