“The Musical Bunny” Book

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How did the Musical Bunny make sweet harmony from this mess of notes?

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A cute little poem that teaches basic music theory

including quarter notes to whole notes, treble and bass clefs, words such as melody, harmony, rhythm, and cacophony!

Every Good Bunny Does Flips!

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Originally published here on this site 

© 2014 CAVenable aka “Granny Vee” 2/21/14

LOVE is KIND!

SLUGS in the FIREPLACE

My son’s memory is put into his own poem. I include this here because this is the kind of things that little boys do!

It wasn’t “actually a bug”. We would generally call a slug, a bug or an insect. But that is not the case. Slugs and snails are soft-bodied mollusks or gastropods! Garden slugs and snails are one to three inches long and are usually gray or brown and maybe have an orangish color about them. However, there are Carpathian blue slugs and banana slugs which are yellow. Slugs come in many different colors from white to black and many colors in between. There is even a rainbow slug! But these probably don’t live in your garden!

Poem by David Lee Venable II (when he was a boy.)

~

In my yard as a boy,

I found a new toy

And it filled me with joy,

But it wasn’t a toy.

It was actually a bug,

Not just that, but a slug!

I found very many about

As I worked out their route.

Then I bagged them

Then I kept them

I made them my pets

Not having any regrets.

~

I put them in a bag

Wrote my name as the tag

I had to have a place

A nice little space

To keep them all for me.

So I found a space you see,

At the base of the chimney!

~

You might call them “ick”,

And they really were quite thick.

Well, my mom, she found out

About them with an ugh and a shout

She said I had to get them out.

So that was the end

Of having a slimy friend.

~

Thankfully, since they were hidden in a fireplace, I’m so glad that the slugs didn’t become char-broiled bugs!

Bullets through My Coat

Washington on Mt. Rushmore

(also see “By Love of George”)

by Granny Vee

THIS POEM RECOUNTS AN ABSOLUTELY AMAZING INCIDENT DURING THE FRENCH AND INDIAN WAR (1755) ABOUT WHICH GEORGE WASHINGTON HIMSELF WROTE.    MORE DETAILS MAY BE FOUND IN THE BOOK GEORGE WASHINGTON’S SACRED FIRE BY PETER A. LILLBACK. THIS INCIDENT IS ALSO FOUND IN THE BOOK, THE BULLETPROOF GEORGE WASHINGTON, BY DAVID BARTON.

THIS POEM MAY BE SUNG TO THE TUNE OF “YANKEE DOODLE” IN WHICH CASE, IT IS BEST TO PRONOUNCE INDIAN AS “IN-JUN”.

BULLETS THROUGH MY COAT

In seventeen and fifty-five

Against the Yanks and British,

The French* and Indians* took by surprise

Them in a tragic skirmish.

*

In Pennsylvania’s woods, they* hid

And then they opened fire

And struck most all, but George he lived

For it was God’s desire.

*(refrain, if sung)

They shot 4 bullets through my coat”

George Washington, he wrote.

They shot 4 bullets through my coat”

And that there is a true quote.

*

Now what did hold these bullets back

How could they not go through George?

Four holes were made and that’s a fact

Must be that God did save George!

*

“Mark yon tall and daring” man

The Indian chief did order

“Quick, let your aim be certain”

But each attempt was thwarted.

*

They shot 4 bullets through my coat”

George Washington, he wrote.

They shot 4 bullets through my coat”

And that there is a true quote.

*

Two horses shot while under George

Were hit with mean precision

But bullets fired meant for George

Were stopped by God’s decision.

*

How stands yet still this mortal man?

The Indian chief was awe-struck

“He cannot die” for there’s a plan

“Great Spirit” shields this young buck!

*

They shot 4 bullets through my coat”

George Washington, he wrote.

They shot 4 bullets through my coat”

And that there is a true quote.

 *

“I now exist”; there’s evidence

Wrote George unto his brother

“by the miraculous care of Providence”

It could be no one other!

*

Many moons, did come and go

The Indian Chief came calling

To visit George, to let him him know

Why he’d been spared from falling.

*

They shot 4 bullets through my coat”

George Washington, he wrote.

They shot 4 bullets through my coat”

And that there is a true quote.

 *

The wise old Indian understood

This George would lead a nation

His life was kept for mankind’s good

He’d father a great nation!

*(c) 4th of July, 2011 CAVenable*

 BARD14

Providence = a common term in colonial times for God and God’s will

Skirmish = irregular fighting

Thwarted = prevented from happening

Yanks = an informal term for Americans

Yon = poetic for yonder; “that one over there”

Young buck = colorful reference to a young male

Quote by George Washington –

“I now exist and appear in the land of the living by the miraculous care of Providence, that protected me beyond all human expectation; I had 4 Bullets through my Coat, and two horse shot under me, and yet escaped unhurt.”

The Habits of This Rabbit

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by Buttons the Bunny

 

I like to slip-slide down my ol’ bunny hole

I hippity-hop when I go for a stroll

I jiggle my jambs and I wiggle my nose

I like to jump, jump where the green grass grows.

*

I have an odd habit of bobbin’ my head

I collect buttons and bounce on my bed

I fiddle a fiddle with no fiddle there

But whatever I do, I do it with flare!

*

I dawdle and doodle and dance with a mop

I bugle and bellow and blow bubbles in pop

I chuckle and chortle at jokes that aren’t funny

But I hope you’ll still think me one charming bunny!

*

I dart among bushes and dangle from trees

I ask for more berries, and always say “please”

I twiddle and tumble and twist, twist my ears

But I’m hopeful and happy and full of good cheer!

*

I try to act rightly whatever I do

I try to speak kindly and politely, too

I share my carrots and eat all the rest

I think on good things and hope for the best

*

These are the habits of this rabbit

For me, they’re not strange

These are the habits of this rabbit

Who’d want me to change?

*

Granny Vee says, “I wouldn’t want you to change, Buttons!   I love you just the funny way you are!”

(C) 2008 CAVenable

The Great, Grey Kangaroo

 

Way down yonder, in the land Down Under

On the road less traveled, a rabbit met a true wonder.

Having wandered and wandered, a tired rabbit sat down under

A New Caledonian Yew, a New Caledonian Yew.

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In the shade of this yew, the rabbit took a little nap

Then all of a sudden, he heard something go “Whap!”

He woke up to find a thick tail upon his lap

And heard a voice booming, “Who are you? Who are you?”

 

The bunny, he got goose bumps and creepy, heeby-jeeves

His eyes grew wide with wonder. It was not easy to believe

That tail was the appendage of a beast chewing on yew leaves.

It was a great, Great Grey Kangaroo!  A great, Great Grey Kangaroo!

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“Who are you?” the deep, deep voice resounded once again

“May I ask what you are doing? Are you foe or are you friend?

You’re sitting in my spot. My home I must defend.

Strangers here, I don’t take kindly to, don’t take kindly to.”

 

The bunny feared and shuddered. He’s so big and I’m so small.

Does it matter if I sit here? thought the bunny so appalled!

The hare summoned his courage and stood up straight and tall

I’ll tell that kangaroo a thing or two, a thing or two!

 

Then quick as a bunny, the rabbit thought the situation through

Should I anger such a beast? Will he make of me a rabbit stew?

After all, this is his space. I can see his point of view.

So the bunny uttered sweetly, “So sorry, Mr. Roo.  So sorry, Mr. Roo.

 

Why, I’m just a friendly bunny, of course, and I might add,

I didn’t mean by sitting here to make you so, so mad.

I took a short siesta, a little nap just for a tad

But as you can plainly see, my snooze is through, my snooze is through.”

 

The roo was stunned. “Perhaps I was too quick to jump (no pun do I intend)

Nor were my hasty words meant to thoughtlessly offend.

Let’s take it from the start again and start off as good friends.

After all, I am a Great Grey Kangaroo!  A Great Grey Kangaroo!

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And I’m really rather lonely here. I’m glad that we did meet

Are you hungry, bunny? Would you care for a bite to eat?

There are the yew leaves, they’re quite tasty. Or if you’d like a yummy treat

I’ll make for us, some gooey cheese fondue, cheese fondue.  ”

 

 

The cheese fondue was scrumptious, so much so they licked their plates

And they both agreed how great it was to meet by such good fate

Then just for fun and some good sport, though it was getting rather late

The two paddled down the river by canoe, by canoe!

 

So from that time and ever after, these two buddies they would meet

They found they had much in common, more than just their jumping feet

They liked to talk, hop, canoe, but most of all, to eat.

The bunny and the Great Grey Kangaroo

They shared a lot of meals  …  of cheese fondue!

© 2008 CAVenable

 

 

Ode to the Dodo Bird

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Oh, once upon a time

On an island far away

Lived a bird funny-looking and distinct.

But sadly for all time

His kind has passed away

The bad news is the bird is now extinct.

Sailors landed, unaware

That the birds they clubbed were rare

In this, the men were all quite foresightless.

Their dogs found easy prey

Dodos couldn’t get away

These funny-looking birds were somewhat flightless.

Never more can he be

Never more will we see

This wobbling bird who once on earth abode.

Never more will we hear

His squawk or song of cheer

So remember him forever in this ode.

 

© 2007 CAVenable

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BARD14

distinct = unique

extinct = no longer existing

prey = a hunted animal

foresightless =  not looking ahead; not careful to consider the future

abode = lived

 

Please!

Please!

“May I please?” “Would you please?”

That’s the way to ask a favor.

“May I please?” “Would you please?”

That’s the way of a good neighbor.

It’s the wishing word, you see

“Please” is like a golden key

It opens doors. It gets attention.

Then it’s time to pose your question.

It opens doors of hearts to hear

Then add a smile for more good cheer

Please!

© CAVenable 1997

Jackrabbit Mack

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How many words can you find that rhyme with “Jack”?

Jackrabbit Mack

By the Bard Owl

I want to tell you a story about a rabbit named Mack

He was a jackrabbit, and he lived in a shack.

This hare’s hair was gray but his round tail was black

And his favorite food was – who would guess? – flapjacks!

He ate them for breakfast, for dinner, for snacks.

He attacked stack after stack of fluffy flapjacks.

Now one day Mack was hungry and flapjacks he lacked.

So he hopped down the lane to see old Farmer Zack.

He asked, “May I, please, buy and then pack in my sack

Some flour, some sugar and some eggs that aren’t cracked?

I’m really, really hungry and flapjacks I lack.

As soon as I pack them, I’m on the fast track

Back home to flip flapjacks – a great big stack!”

Said Farmer Zack to the rabbit, “Put your money back.

If you’re really that hungry, I’ll go you one better, Mack.

We can both enjoy breakfast in my kitchen round back.

I’ve got some flour, some sugar and some eggs that aren’t cracked,

But we really must crack them to make flapjacks.

I can mix the batter, but I haven’t got the knack

To flip flapjacks on the griddle. I always burn them black.”

Mack was ecstatic and thanked old Farmer Zack.

So they both went together to the kitchen round back.

Zack mixed the batter and Mack flipped the flapjacks.

They both sat at the table, said grace, then attacked

Stack after stack of golden, fluffy flapjacks

All of them flipped by Jackrabbit Mack.

© 2002 CAVenable

WORD TIPS

ecstatic = super, super happy

knack = talent