121231 Poets and kings

Lately Trevor and I have been discussing the diet of kings so I was especially chuffed when this arrived on the old Steam Packet.

<<Before the first white settlers cut the local cedar for shipping to Sydney in the early 1820‘s this region was a sub-tropical jungle with cabbage palms, gums, cedar, climbing vines and fig trees. The Morton Bay Fig (Ficus macrophylla) is an evergreen rainforest tree with the most extraordinary buttress roots.  Few are left and the great storm of 1965 felled several. Here are a few snaps of one I particularly like.

 

<<Happy almost New Year>>

1SAM_1861

Now, whereas A.A. Milne’s King wanted butter for his bread C. Causley’s King of Cornwall longed for Figgie Hobbin.

2SAM_1868

We rough pannus de grysanto types are happy with either, or indeed both.

The King’s Breakfast , by Alan Alexander Milne, poet and pipe smoker
The King asked
The Queen, and
The Queen asked
The Dairymaid:
“Could we have some butter for
The Royal slice of bread?”
The Queen asked the Dairymaid,
The Dairymaid
Said, “Certainly,
I’ll go and tell the cow
Now
Before she goes to bed.”

The Dairymaid
She curtsied,
And went and told the Alderney:
“Don’t forget the butter for
The Royal slice of bread.”

The Alderney said sleepily:
“You’d better tell
His Majesty
That many people nowadays
Like marmalade
Instead.”

The Dairymaid
Said “Fancy!”
And went to
Her Majesty.
She curtsied to the Queen, and
She turned a little red:
“Excuse me,
Your Majesty,
For taking of
The liberty,
But marmalade is tasty, if
It’s very
Thickly
Spread.”

The Queen said
“Oh!”
And went to his Majesty:
“Talking of the butter for
The royal slice of bread,
Many people
Think that
Marmalade
Is nicer.
Would you like to try a little
Marmalade
Instead?”

The King said,
“Bother!”
And then he said,
“Oh, deary me!”
The King sobbed, “Oh, deary me!”
And went back to bed.
“Nobody,”
He whimpered,
“Could call me
A fussy man;
I only want
A little bit
Of butter for
My bread!”

The Queen said,
“There, there!”
And went to
The Dairymaid.
The Dairymaid
Said, “There, there!”
And went to the shed.
The cow said,
“There, there!
I didn’t really
Mean it;
Here’s milk for his porringer
And butter for his bread.”

The queen took the butter
And brought it to
His Majesty.
The King said
“Butter, eh?”
And bounced out of bed.
“Nobody,” he said,
As he kissed her
Tenderly,
“Nobody,” he said,
As he slid down
The banisters,
“Nobody,

My darling,
Could call me
A fussy man –
BUT
I do like a little bit of butter to my bread!”

FH1

Figgie Hobbin recipe here, I’m hoping ACC will produce a vegetarian version in due course.

FH2

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