Showing posts with label Knighted States. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Knighted States. Show all posts

Friday, March 11, 2011

Hoppy Birthday, Juanita!

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He's really old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark, you know.

 Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left in a basket on our doorstep. He's a wee little thing. I look after Chance, too. He's a handful!

Know what? We're having a Hoppy Birthday party for our buddy, Juanita. It's a surprise. Juanita lives in Newfoundland and Labrador. I know where that is. It's the first province on the right. Miss Jackie, my teacher at the Scruffy Maple Day Care Centre, she taught me that. Newfoundland and Labrador are in O Canada our Home and Native Land. Queen Elizabeth is the big boss. We live next door to the Knighted States but they have a different boss.

 We put up a Hoppy Birthday sign with Scottish tape. We blew up some great big balloons, too! We got a present for Juanita. Guess what we got her? Can you guess? We saved up all our Canadian Tire Money and we got two boxes of Smarties for her. Smarties are yummy and and sweet and sticky and that's three of the four food groups in Canada's Food Guide. I didn't let Chance open the boxes. He licks the Smarties and then he's all covered with colours and chocolate. He's a real handful, you know. We're gonna put the Smarties in the shiny gold boxes. Juanita doesn't need Smarties that Chance licked. That's not polite, you know.

Oh! Wait! There's more! James helped us cook cubcakes for Juanita. We cook them in the oven. I l-o-v-e cubcakes. Know what cubcakes are? They're eensy, weensy, teeny, little, tiny baby bear cakes just the right size for one bear cub to eat. That's why they're called cubcakes, you know. We put green icing on them and little tiny sugar shamrocks on the tops. Chance got green icing on his nose. He looks funny but he tastes good. James says, "My son! Bless your little cotton heart, you're 'wearin' the green.' "I don't know what that means but James says he'll tell us the story on March 17th.

Then James lighted up the candles so we could sing our song. Chance is a newborn cubby. He doesn't really sing but he makes squeaky noises 'cuz he's a happy little cubby. He's cute. Here's our song.

Hoppy Birthday, to you!
Hoppy Birthday, to you!
Hoppy Birthday, Juanita!
Hoppy Birthday, to you!

Bonne fete, a toi!
Bonne fete, a toi!
Bonne fete, chere Juanita!
Bonne fete, a toi!

Then when we finished singing I read my Hoppy Birthday Poem. I'm an Internet Poem Star, you know.
Here's my poem for Juanita. Ready?

Cocoa is sweet
But Smarties are sweeter,
Big birthday hugs,
We love you, Juanitar!
THE END.

I always say 'THE END' so you know the poem is finished. Know what? I hope this is Juanita's bestest birthday ever! Now we have to blow out the candles and make a wish and eat the cubcakes!

Oh. Wait! Did you hear that? James is hollering, "Where are my handsome bear cubs? Where are my Sons of Windsor? Where are my Princes of Ontario? That's me! Charles! That's Chance! We're handsome bear cubs. We're Sons of Windsor and Princes of Ontario! We gotta go find James so we can get our ears tickled and our noses kissed.

 This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Do nice things for friends and buddies on their birthdays. Give them surprise Hoppy Birthday parties!  Then you can eat cubcakes and Smarties and drink root beer. You can give presents and sing songs and everything! Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! We can have a Hoppy Birthday Party together! Okay! Over and out!"

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Ready for Beddy

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He's really old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark, you know.

 Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left in a basket on our doorstep. He's a wee little thing. I look after Chance, too. He's a handful! He likes to take off his diaper and climb way up high on things. Then he's afraid and he can't get down. He makes little squawky noises when he's afraid. I have to help him, you know.

Know what? We're getting ready for beddy. That's 'cuz it's night time and bear cubs need to sleep. First we brush our teeth. It is important to brush and frost  you teeth after every meal. Dr. Greg says, "Be true to your teeth or they will be false to you!" I brush real good with my Ninja toothbrush and my Spiderman toothpaste. I don't want to get cavities. Cavities hurt. Chance is too little to have teeth. James helps him brush his gums.

Then we get to take a bath. Chance and me have purple bubble bath, you know. It's fun to make big purple bubbles in the tub. We have toys in the tub, too. We have a fire truck and some rubber duckies, too. We get to splash and sing songs until we're clean. I have to wash my neck and behind my ears.I don't know how the dirt gets there. James says, "How do you two get so dirty?" Then James dries us off with Terry Towel. We don't have to wear jammies to bed. We get to climb into bed 'bear' naked. That's a pun, you know. I'm five. I know what a pun is. It's a word game.

Before we go to sleep, we say our prayers. I ask God to look after all my friends and buddies. We got lots of friends and buddies. Some of them live in O Canada, our home and native land. Some of them live in Newfoundland and Labrador. Some of them live in British Columbia. We got friends and buddies in the Knighted States, too. We got a lot of friends and buddies for God to look after.  God is really busy, you know. I'm glad he looks after our friends and buddies. It's an important job. I thank God for all the good things He give us--except broccolis and sauerkrauts. They're nasty. I have to hold my nose when I take two bites. I don't know why God made them. When I'm done, I say 'amen.' That's so God knows I finished my prayer. It's polite.

After we say our prayers,  James tucks us into bed. He reads us our bedtime stories. We get two stories every night.  I love bedtime stories, don't  you? James is a good reader, you know. Every night he reads us a chapter in Uncle Arthur's Bedtime Stories. I like the stories. They help me be a better cub. I think Chance likes the stories, too. Sometimes he falls asleep before the story is finished. That's 'cuz he's just a wee little thing. Chance needs more sleep than I do. Chance makes little snory noises when he's asleep.

Then James reads our other story. It's  The Bible Story book. Uncle Arthur wrote the stories down so James can read them to us. Tonight's story is all about Noah and his ark. I know what an ark is. It's a great big ship for animals to ride in so they don't get wet. When I grow up, I could build an ark, you know. Darryl would give me some wood. James says all the animals went into the ark in pairs except the worms. They came in apples. James sure knows a lot of puns.



 Oh. Wait! The story is finished. Did you hear that? James is whispering, "Good night, my handsome bear cubs. Sleep tight, my Sons of Windsor. Sweet dreams my Princes of Ontario. That's me! Charles! That's Chance! We're handsome bear cubs. We're Sons of Windsor and Princes of Ontario! We're going to sleep. I'm s-o-o-o-o-o-o sleepy. James tickles our ears and our kisses our noses. I'm gonna dream about the ark and maybe I'll dream about porridge with gummy worms, too.

This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Do good deeds. Be kind to your friends and buddies and neighbours. Then you can hear bedtime stories. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play in the tub with us! We can hear bedtime stories together! Okay! Over and zzzzzzzzzz!"

Thursday, July 22, 2010

The War of 1812

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He's really old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark, you know. He's so old he remembers the War of 1812. That's really old.

Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left in a basket on our doorstep. He's a wee little thing. I look after Chance, too. He's a handful! 

Know what? We're playing Soldier. That's a good game. We're helping General Brock and Tecumseh win the War of 1812 . Chance and me are pretty good soldiers. We don't have muskets like the other soldiers. We have space ray guns we got at the Mill Dollar Store. When we march, we march like this--

Left, left, left, right, left.
Left, left, left, right, left.
Left my wife with fifteen kids,
Gonna find who's right, by jingo!
Right, right, right from the country, right.




Soldiers have a very important job, you know. Our job is to stand on guard for thee. That means we're on the lookout for Americans. They're from the Knighted States. They are our next door neighbours but they came to Canada and they didn't even knock at the door. That's not nice. Good citizens don't invade their neighbours.

When we catch us an American soldier we will make him sit on the Time Out Chair and think about what he did. He won't like thinking. It's hard to think.

Oh. Wait! Did you hear that? James is hollering, "Where are my handsome bear cubs? Where are my Sons of Windsor? Where are my Princes of Ontario? That's me! Charles! That's Chance! We're handsome bear cubs. We're Sons of Windsor and Princes of Ontario! We gotta go find James so we can get our ears tickled and our noses kissed. 

This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Stand on guard for Canada. Stand on guard for the King and the Empire, too! When you get hungry, you can eat Smarties and drink root beer. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play Soldier and War of 1812 with us! We can hunt for American soldiers together! Okay! Over and out!"

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Countdown to Canada Day

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road in Olde Sandwich Towne. That's in Windsor. Windsor is in O Canada. I learned that at the Scruffy Maple Day Care Centre. Miss Jackie is my teacher. I live with my buddy, Grandpa James. He's really old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark, you know.

 Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left in a basket on our doorstep. He's a wee little thing. I look after Chance, too. He's a handful! 

Know what? This is a picture I painted of Chance and me. I named the picture. It's called Rub-a-dub-dub Two Cubs in the Tub. That's Chance and me. We're bear cubs. We're playing in the bathtub. We l-o-v-e to play in the water. We got purple soap that makes bubbles. We love to splash. We play with our fire trucks and our yellow rubber duckies.

Canada Day is coming. That's on July 1st. That's my birthday, too! I love Canada Day and my birthday. We get to eat wallermellon! I l-o-v-e wallermellon. It's yummy and that's one of the four food groups in Canada's Food Guide.

Do you know the song Rubber Ducky ? It's one of my favouritest songs. We sing it. Well, I sing it. Chance doesn't talk, yet. He's too newborn. He's so newborn he only drinks chocolate owls' milk out of his bottle. He doesn't even have a tail! Chance makes little squeaky noises while I sing. That means he's happy.

I know! When you come to our house, you can sing Rubber Ducky with us! Miss Jackie taught the song to us. She's my teacher at the Scruffy Maple Day Care Centre. I think she's a Princess. She lives at Mackenzie Hall, you know. It's a castle. You know the words, don't you?


OH!
Rubber Ducky
Your the one
You make bath time
Lots of fun!
Rubber Ducky
I'm awfully fond of you! (bobobodeo)

Rubber Ducky
Joy of joy
When I squeeze you you make noise
Rubber Ducky
You're my very best friend its true.





Every Day
When I make my way to the tubby
I find a little fella who's
Cute and yella
And chubby
Rubba dub dubby!

Rubber Ducky
Your so fine
And I'm lucky that your mine
Rubber ducky I'm awfully fond of you.

ooh....
Every Day
When I make my way to the tubby
I find a little fella who's
Cute and yella
And chubby
Rubba dub dubby!

Rubber ducky your so fine
And I'm lucky that your mine
Rubber ducky I'm awfully fond of
Rubber ducky I'm awfully fond
Of you! 


Guess what? I climbed up here on top of the fountain in front of Canada Post. I don't know where the water went but it will come back. Chance and me l-o-v-e to play in the fountain. It's really fun, especially on hot, hot days. We can get soaking wet and cool off. Queen Elizabeth is in Canada. She's the boss of almost everybody except the Knighted States. She's our buddy. Maybe she will come to our house and splash in the water with us! We can splash in money, too!

 Oh. Wait! Did you hear that? Grandpa James is hollering, "Where are my handsome bear cubs? Where are my Sons of Windsor? Where are my Princes of Ontario? That's me! Charles! That's Chance! We're handsome bear cubs. We're Sons of Windsor and Princes of Ontario! We gotta go find Grandpa James so we can get our ears tickled and our noses kissed. 

This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Stay cool on hot summer days and play in the water.  Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! .We can play in the water and we can eat wallermelon, too! Okay! Over and out!"

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Making Art is Fun

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He's really old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark, you know. He says he remembers the first rainbow! Wow! He must be at least 20!  Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left in a basket on our doorstep. He's a wee little thing. I look after Chance, too. He's a handful!

Know what? Chance and me are painting. We're painting pictures of ourselves and the things we do like play in the bathtub and playing hockey and making music with pots and pans and spoons. We l-o-v-e to paint. Paint is pretty to look at but we don't eat paint 'cuz it's not food. It tastes nasty and it is not in the Canada Food Guide.  

We're going to have an art show on the Queen's Birthday weekend. That's in May.  Queen Elizabeth will be 84, you know. That's really old. We have fireworks and eat wallermellon on the Queen's birthday. I know what Her Majesty does for a job. She's the boss of almost everybody except the Knighted States. She tells everyone to be good citizens and play nice. Oh! I will invite Her Majesty will come to our art show. She could dig holes with us and climb trees. I'd share my Smarties with her. I'd say, "Your Majesty, remember to eat the red ones last!"


Oh. Wait! Did you hear that? James is hollering, "Where are my handsome bear cubs? Where are my Sons of Windsor? Where are my Princes of Ontario? That's me! Charles! That's Chance! We're handsome bear cubs. We're Sons of Windsor and Princes of Ontario! We gotta go find James so we can get our ears tickled and our noses kissed.

This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Appreciate art.  Make pretty things for people to enjoy.  Then you can eat watch fireworks and eat wallermellon.  Okay! Over and out!"

Monday, March 22, 2010

Wallermelon Kool-Aid

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He's really old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark, you know. I  help him remember. This morning he forgot his own name!  Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left in a basket on our doorstep. He's a wee little thing. I look after Chance, too. He's a handful!

Know what? I get to eat wallermelon for breakfast. That's different from porridge with gummy worms. I l-o-v-e wallermelon! It's yummy and yummy is one of the four food groups in the Canada Food Guide. Wallermelon is a fruit. We grow wallermelons in Windsor and Essex County, you know.

Yesterday we went on the Ambassador Bridge to Detroit. That's in the Knighted States. We went with James and our buddy Elizabeth. She's from T.O. That means Toronto. When we got to the Knighted States we went to Ryan's Supermercado in Mexicantown. Know what I got? I got  wallermelon-flavoured Kool-Aid. Wow! I can't wait to drink it. I will stir it up with water. James says I'm the MiniSTIR of Stirring. Then he will put it in my sippy cup. You know, that's the  blue cup with Spiderman on it. I l-o-v-e wallermelon Kool-Aid. Chance will get some in his bottle. Good citizens get to eat wallermelons and drink wallermelon Kool-Aid.

Did you hear that? James is hollering, "Where are my handsome bear cubs? Where are my Sons of Windsor? Where are my Princes of Ontario?" That's me, Charles! That's Chance, too! We're handsome bear cubs! We're Sons of Windsor! We're Princes of Ontario! We gotta go find James! We wanna get our ears tickled and our noses kissed. We want wallermelon Kool-Aid!


This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Help people remember things. Then you can eat wallermelons and drink wallermelon Kool-Aid. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and drink wallermelon Kool-Aid with us! We can dig big holes in the back yard and climb trees, too! Okay! Over and out!"

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Geography Lesson

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He's old and forgetful, so I have to look after him. Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left in a basket on our doorstep. He's a wee little thing.

Know what? We're in downtown Windsor today. I climbed way up here so I can see everything. This big 'ole maple leaf  is what cars and trucks see when they come out of the tunnel. Windsor is our home. Windsor is in Ontario. Ontario is in  O Canada.  O Canada is really big, you know. It's bigger than our back yard! O Canada is our home and native land. Know what else? It's a song we stand up to sing. We look at the maple leaf flag and the picture of Queen Elizabeth when we sing it.  James says, "Windsor is the centre of the universe and the very nicest part of Detroit." Detroit isn't in O Canada. It's in Michigan. That's in the Knighted States. I know my phone number and my address and my Postal Code. It's important to remember those things.

Oh! Wait! What happened to Chance? I'd better get down from here and find him. He's so little he might get lost. He doesn't know our Postal Code or anything!  He's a real handful. James is missing, too! I don't see him. I don't hear him hollering, "Where's my handsome bear cubs? Where are the Princes of Windsor?" Okay. I gotta go find them both before they get into trouble! This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Look after your little brother and  your buddies. Know where  you live so you don't get lost. Over and out!"