Roger's Rhymes

By: Roger's Rhymes
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  • Are you tired of reciting the same old nursery rhymes to your little ones night after night? If so, then it's time to spice things up with a brand new collection of poems that will reignite the joy and wonder of childhood. Introducing "Roger’s Rhymes" - a fresh and exciting series of poems that will stimulate your child's imagination and leave them begging for more. "Roger's Rhymes" is a collection of poems written by Roger Hickson, a grandfather from Ireland who wanted to create something special for his grandchildren. With his pen as his wand, he weaved a series of playful and imaginative nursery rhymes that are sure to captivate the hearts and minds of children everywhere. From silly creatures and fantastical lands to everyday experiences and heartfelt emotions, each rhyme is crafted to playfully engage young imaginations and stimulate a love for language and storytelling. With a skillful hand for rhythm and rhyme, “Roger's Rhymes” dances off the page and into the hearts of those who read them. Whether recited aloud or whispered in the ear of a sleepy child, "Roger's Rhymes" are sure to bring a smile and a sense of wonder to all who hear them. So come along and explore the whimsical world of Roger's imagination, where anything is possible and rhymes are the key to unlocking magic.
    Ludejo BV & Roger Hickson
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Episodes
  • S2 Ep2: Barto’s Band

    S2 Ep2: Barto’s Band
    May 10 2024
    Special thank you to all the performers in Barto’s Band:

    Barto - Percussion & vocals
    Roger - Vocals
    Jonas - Vocals
    Nova - Vocals
    Rick - Vocals and coaching

    Barto’s Band

    My name is Barto.
    I live in the old town,
    High up on the hill
    With my mummy and daddy
    In a land called Portugal.

    There are lots of kids
    On our street.
    We like to be outside
    Playing football
    ‘Till it's time to come inside.

    I love to hear music.
    I stamp my feet
    And clap my hands.
    With friends of mine in school
    We formed a marching band.

    Our teacher helps us
    Learn the tunes.
    We practise everyday.
    Kids from school hang around.
    They like to hear us play.

    Teacher said
    In class today
    Our little band in school
    Is the first marching band
    In all of Portugal.

    I love playing my drums.
    I've spent so many nights
    Dreaming of the day
    When I play the drums
    In the summer parade.

    I wake up early.
    The day is finally here
    As the sun rises in the sky
    I'm so excited.
    The parade is on tonight.

    We meet up outside our school.
    There is so much laughing and talking.
    No one is standing still.
    We must calm down now and stand in line
    And get ready to walk up the hill.

    In front of us
    Girls are waving flags
    Coloured white and black
    With the flute players in the middle
    And the drummers at the back.

    Teacher calls out to us,
    “Are we ready, girls and boys?
    Let's give the town a treat.”

    Come on everybody now!
    One. Two. Three!

    We make a lot of noise.
    There are three drummers in our band.
    Maria, Miguel and me.

    Come on everybody now!
    One. Two. Three!

    People line the road.
    They shout and wave at us
    As we march along the street.

    Come on everybody now!
    One. Two. Three!

    We march up and down the hill.
    Then back beside the river
    That flows down to the sea.

    Come on everybody now!
    One. Two. Three!

    We pass by mummy and daddy.
    I don't hear them calling me.

    Come on everybody now.
    One. Two. Three!

    We cross the main road
    And stop outside the school.

    “Let's shout out loud one more time.”

    Come on everybody now.
    One. Two. Three!
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    5 mins
  • S2 Ep1: Rosemary: The Wildflower Fairy

    S2 Ep1: Rosemary: The Wildflower Fairy
    May 3 2024
    Rosemary Birds sing in the trees above me.
    Bees and butterflies hover among the flowers.
    In the warm summer air,
    I could sit here for hours.

    Alone with my book,
    I'm in a world of my own.
    I've been here all day.
    The time has flown.

    Suddenly something lands on my hand.
    A beautiful creature, a child-like thing.
    She has curly hair and a pretty face.
    On her back, a pair of wings.

    “I don't mean to frighten you.
    Can I sit on your arm? My name is Rosemary.
    I live in the trees by the stream.
    I'm a wildflower fairy.”

    “I often see you reading alone.
    Would you like to come with me,
    And meet my friends today?
    We're having a party in the wildflower field.”

    “I would love to.
    Are you sure your friends won't mind?
    Fairies are delicate and small.
    I'm so big, I must look like a giant!”

    “Don't worry”, said Rosemary.
    We might be small,
    But we have many friends like you.
    Boys and girls, all of them tall.”

    “Leave your book here
    And come with me.
    You'll meet my friends
    In the wildflower field.”

    I walked through the long grass
    with rosemary leading the way.
    I'm so excited. I can't believe
    I'm going to a fairy party today.

    After a while we reached the stream,
    Then walk along towards the trees.
    Suddenly I can hear music
    Drifting along in the breeze.

    We slow down and tiptoe
    Into the wildflower field.
    Wait here, says Rosemary.
    My heart is pounding. I can hardly breathe.

    One by one they appear
    All smiling and saying hello.
    Please come and dance with us
    Down where the daisies grow.

    Fairies and elves hold my hand
    As we sit down on the ground.
    The band of elves begin to play.
    Music fills the air. Oh, what a beautiful sound.

    The fairies are holding hands.
    Everyone singing out loud.
    I sit here clapping my hands
    As they go dancing round and round.

    Many of the fairies aren't wearing shoes.
    It's amazing watching them dance.
    They kick their legs up in the air.
    Their feet barely touch the grass.

    Wearing brightly coloured clothes
    With wings of a matching colour.
    The elves wear shoes with pointy toes
    As they dance with one another.

    The dancers slow to take a rest.
    Someone calls out, “It's time to eat.”
    We gather around as bowls are laid out,
    Filled with honey and berries, “Oh, what a treat.”

    Our tummies are full so we all lie down
    After a sleep, it's time to dance again.
    “Come on!”, says Rosemary. “Dance with us!”
    “Human or fairy, when we dance, we're all the same.”

    I'm feeling tired now.
    It's time to go home.
    I've made so many friends tonight,
    I'll never again be alone.

    The fairies were so nice to me.
    Bringing me into their world.
    I have lots of new friends.
    I'm such a lucky girl.

    Rosemary has a surprise for me.
    She sprinkles fairy dust into my hair.
    Wow, what's happening?
    I'm flying through the air!

    “Don't worry”, says Rosemary,
    “I'm here with you.
    Hold my hand.
    We'll be home soon.”

    We fly above the wildflowers,
    Then over the trees,
    Above the stream,
    And over the fields.

    After a few minutes,
    My home is in sight.
    We land in the garden.
    I'm shaking with delight.

    “Rosemary! Rosemary,
    What have we just done?
    You let me fly through the air.
    I've never had so much fun.

    I must go inside now.
    The sun is going down.
    I'll see you again tomorrow
    And go back to the new friends I've found.

    I go upstairs,
    I lay my head on the pillow.
    There is a tapping sound outside.
    It's Rosemary by my window.

    I jump out of bed
    And open the window slowly.
    “Come in Rosemary, come in.
    Lie down with me. You must be sleepy.”

    Rosemary soon falls asleep in my arms.
    I pull a quilt up to keep her warm.
    I wonder, will I see her again?
    I know she'll fly away with the dawn.

    Tread carefully through the long grass.
    That's where I first met Rosemary.
    Where birds are singing, wildflowers swaying.
    You could meet your own wildflower fairy.
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    8 mins
  • S1 Ep9: Ten More Sleeps 'Till Christmas

    S1 Ep9: Ten More Sleeps 'Till Christmas
    Dec 8 2023
    There's only ten more sleeps ‘till Christmas.
    Santa is on his way
    With lots of toys for boys and girls.
    I can't wait for Christmas Day.
    The elves have been busy working hard all year.
    They must be very glad that Christmas time is here.

    Nine more sleeps ‘till Christmas.
    Daddy got our tree today
    And bought new lights at the shop.
    I helped with the decorations around the bottom.
    He did the ones around the top.
    You should see our Christmas tree in the corner of the sitting room.
    It has lots of sparkling lights.
    There'll be presents under it soon.

    Eight more sleeps ‘till Christmas.
    I hope Santa got my letter.
    I told him what I'd like.
    “Could the elves make a doll for me?
    And I'd really like a bike.”
    Mummy marks the sleeps off the calendar on the wall.
    Eight sleeps seem a long time.
    I don't understand it at all.

    Seven more sleeps ‘till Christmas.
    It’s getting closer by the day.
    I wish Christmas was tomorrow.
    It seems such a long way away.
    Mummy, are you sure Santa knows where I live?
    I said we lived up the hill at number 44, but I'm worried mummy.
    He might give my presents to the boy next door.

    Six more sleeps ‘till Christmas.
    We're learning hymns for our school Christmas play.
    Daddy says he can't wait to see me on the stage.
    I have to dress up as an angel.
    My best friend is going to be Mary.
    She has to be out the front with Joseph.
    I'd find that a small bit scary.

    Five more sleeps ‘till Christmas.
    The play is on tonight.
    Our mommies and daddies will be looking at us.
    We have to do it right.
    I'll wear a white dress with sparkling things in my hair.
    All our class will be on stage.
    I hope they'll see me there.

    Four more sleeps ‘till Christmas.
    There's only a few days to go.
    It's getting cold outside now.
    The garden is covered in snow.
    Santa doesn't mind what the weather is like.
    He can land a sleigh anywhere.
    He can land on grass or snow.
    The reindeer don't care.

    Three more sleeps ‘till Christmas.
    Mommy, are you sure Santa knows where I live?
    I told him in my letter.
    Our house is up on the hill.
    There's no need to worry, dear.
    Santa knows where all the children live.
    There are times I wish my memory was as good as his.

    Two more sleeps ‘till Christmas.
    Santa will soon be here.
    Mummy will leave out a carrot for Rudolph
    And for Santa, a glass of beer.
    When Santa comes down our chimney
    He’s going to be dirty from head to foot.
    Mummy move the crib back
    Or baby Jesus will get covered in soot.

    One more sleep ‘till Christmas.
    I'm not going to bed tonight.
    I'm going to stay awake till Santa comes.
    I'll sleep tomorrow night.
    Wake up! Mummy, Daddy!
    Look! Look what I got.
    Well, aren't you a lucky dear?
    But will you go back to bed now?
    It's only six o’clock.


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    6 mins
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