tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809516973071462364.post8882806070146117762..comments2023-11-05T02:30:56.493-05:00Comments on Goddesses of Storytelling: Shame on me.1 Who are We?http://www.blogger.com/profile/12394731917555439375noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809516973071462364.post-41675279233089811392021-02-11T07:15:45.652-05:002021-02-11T07:15:45.652-05:00My mum is 94 now and she was telling me about her ...My mum is 94 now and she was telling me about her mum singing this song to her as a wee girl but she couldn't remember the end , I'll google it I said , didn't believe I could find it and now she's so happy to know the ending about 85 years later lol , thank you 😊 Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03517299231201677429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809516973071462364.post-92216790435986390842016-09-05T08:26:00.149-05:002016-09-05T08:26:00.149-05:00I know this is some years after your original quer...I know this is some years after your original query but I thought I'd respond anyway.<br />I'm very familiar with this poem or song, as my mother used to play it on the piano, whilst we sang along. I still have her original sheet music (pretty old now).<br /><br />From memory, the words go something like this:<br /><br />Little Cherry Blossom lived up in a tree,<br />and a very happy little thing was she.<br />Clad all through the winter, in her dress of brown,<br />Warm she was though living in a northern town.<br /><br />Then one sunny morning, thinking it was May,<br />"I'll not wear", said Blossom, "this old dress today."<br />Mr Breeze, this hearing, very kindly said, <br />"Do be careful, Blossom, winter has not fled."<br /><br />Blossom would not listen, for the sky was bright,<br />And she wished to glisten in her robe of white,<br />So she let the brown one drop and blow away,<br />Leaving her the white one, all so fine and gay.<br /><br />Pretty soon the sunshine faded from her view.<br />How poor Blossom shivered, as it colder grew.<br />Oh, for that warm wrapper lying on the ground,<br />How Jack Frost will nip her.. He is prowling 'round.<br /><br />Ah, poor Cherry Blossom, she in foolish pride,<br />Shed her nice warm clothing, took a cold and died.<br />All you little blossoms, hear me and take care,<br />Go not clad too thinly and, of pride, beware!<br /><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01924465544989306804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809516973071462364.post-16766465847796495972009-02-19T22:03:00.000-05:002009-02-19T22:03:00.000-05:00I think this is the poem you are looking for. I'm...I think this is the poem you are looking for. I'm actually a seller on eBay (seller id = admatha) - and someone emailed me the same question - looking for the poem. In my search to give her an answer I ran across your query, as well as the poem: <BR/><BR/>THE CHERRY BLOSSOM.<BR/>Little cherry blossom<BR/>Lived up in a tree, <BR/>And a very pretty<BR/>Little thing was she; <BR/>Clad all through the winter<BR/>In a coat of brown, <BR/>"Warm she was though living<BR/>In a northern town.<BR/>But one sunny morning, <BR/>Thinking it was May, <BR/>"I'll not wear," said blossom,<BR/>'' This brown dress to-day." <BR/>So she let her brown dress<BR/>Drop and blow away, <BR/>Putting on a white one,<BR/>That fine sunny day.<BR/>ANONYMOUS.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com