HILARIOUS letters from children to poet Jack Prelutsky.

Yesterday was Jack Prelutsky‘s birthday. How do I always miss these by one day?

As a celebration of our first children’s poet laureate,  I’d like to share a few letters from children written to Jack Prelutsky. They are featured on his website and I think they are hilarious!! To see more letters go to Jack’s website and click “Letters to Jack.”

Also, COMMENT on this blog for a CHANCE TO WIN Jack Prelutsky’s “The Frogs Wore Red Suspenders!

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Awesome children’s poetry book Give-A-Way!

This month Cupcakes and Bluegrass is giving away a copy of my daughter Amelia’s current favorite poetry collection, Jack Prelutsky‘s “The Frogs Wore Red Suspenders!”

Just add a comment about the poem below
OR add a comment below with a brief note describing one of your favorite memories
before September 16th and you will be entered to win!

On September 17 we will pick a winner at random and post winner by Sept 20.

When You Are Big
By Sara Furlong, 2010

I wrote this poem for my daughter Amelia in honor of her 6-month birthday, which reminds me that time passes quickly so we should cherish the important things in life. It is actually a rough draft of a picture book manuscript.

When you are big you will not remember
The time when it rained for eleven straight days
And you sat in the house wishing you could play tee ball
Or Frisbee or fly kites or pick some bouquets.

You will remember the day when the rain stopped
And Mom took you out for a walk with your friends.
Then she (just that once!) let you jump in the puddles
And float little boats to the place your street ends.

When you are big you will not remember
The time when your friend broke your favorite crayon
Or the day that she called you a feather-brained ninny
And stomped on the castle you made out of sand.

You will remember the times you played dress-up
And then did a play for the whole neighborhood
Or the time that she helped you clean one great big mess up
And came to bring soup when you didn’t feel good.

When you are big you will not remember
The robot-shaped candy you wanted so bad
That you laid down and screamed on the floor of the market
And then were sent up to your room by your dad.

You will remember your free time with family
And spending whole days doing fun things together
Like building a tree fort or playing badminton
Or having a picnic in beautiful weather.

When you are big you will not remember
Unwrapping your gifts on the day you turned seven
And finding, instead of the puppy you wanted,
That you got some clothes and a hamster named Evan.

You will remember that neat cake your Mom made –
It looked like a chimp with a hat and banana –
And how Dad was blowing balloons up all morning
And Aunt Lulu came all the way from Montana.

When you are big you will not remember
The times you spent staring at big TV screens
Watching cartoons and shows about kids with weird hairdos
And ads for toy airplanes and fast food and jeans.

You will remember the bright days of summer.
You climbed trees so high that you thought you’d touch heaven
And had some magnificent backyard adventures
With rope and a map and your best sidekick – Evan.

When you are big, you will not recall
Your dream about monsters so hungry and tall
That they ate up the moon and they swallowed the stars
And then came to your house to eat all your toy cars!

You will remember how after that scare
You were twirling your fingers in your mother’s hair
As she showed you how everything still was all right–
That the moon still shone bright as she held you so tight.

When you are big you will not remember
The times you were mad about castles and crayons
Or the times you were sad about rainstorms and robots
Or upset by puppies or playthings or plans.

For memories are made up of moments and people
And kindness and caring and fun, most of all.
When you are big, you’ll remember the good times
And people who loved you when you were small.

Carnival of the Animals by Jack Prelutsky released 6 Days ago!! SUPER EXCITED!

I just found out a new book by first children’s poet laureate, Jack Prelutsky was released just 6 days ago!! It’s called Carnival of the Animals and looks AMAZING!

All of the descriptions of this book call it “a great way to introduce children to classical music.” Looks like it’s also a great way to introduce children to poetry to me.

CAN’T WAIT TO GET MY (and Amelia’s) HANDS ON THIS ONE!!!! Follow RandomHouseKids on twitter and retweet today’s tweet and you can enter to win this book!

In the meantime, this blog is giving away a FREE JACK PRELUTSKY BOOK! This contest is super easy to enter and your chances are good since Cupcakes and Bluegrass is so new!

ABOUT Carnival of the Animals

“A great way to introduce children to classical music.

America’s first Children’s Poet Laureate has written all-new verses to accompany the composer Camille Saint-Saëns’s The Carnival of the Animals, and the illustrator of the Harry Potter books has turned these rollicking rhymes into a picture-book fun fest. Included is a CD of the music and of Jack Prelutsky reading the verses. A note to parents and teachers by Judith Bachleitner, head of the music department at the prestigious Rudolf Steiner School in New York City, suggests ways preschoolers can act out the music—tromp like an elephant, hop like a kangaroo, glide like a swan—or, for older children, be creatively inspired by this joyful work.”

Do you know Jack? Eleanor reminded me of a great children’s poetry collection…

A recent comment from one of our Facebook followers (Eleanor) reminded me of the poem below. It’s from The Dragons Are Singing Tonight by Jack Prelutsky (who also, incidentally, wrote The Frogs Wore Red Suspenders, the prize for our first contest…Enter now!!)

Once They All Believed In Dragons

by Jack Prelutsky
Once they all believed in dragons
When the world was fresh and young.
We were woven into legends,
Tales were told and songs were sung,
We were treated with obeisance,
We were honored, we were feared,
Then one day they stopped believing –
On that day, we disappeared.

Now they say our time is over,
now they say we’ve lived our last,
Now we’re treated with derision
Where we once ruled unsurpassed.
We must make them all remember,
In some way we must reveal
That our spirit lives forever –
We are dragons! We are real!

CONTEST: “When You Are Big!” Win a copy of Jack Prelutsky’s “The Frogs Wore Red Suspenders!”

To celebrate the birth of this blog and my daughter Amelia’s 6-month birthday, I’d like to announce our first contest!!!!!

This month, you can win a copy of Amelia’s current favorite poetry collection, Jack Prelutsky’s “The Frogs Wore Red Suspenders!”

It’s super easy! Just follow the simple instructions below:

INSTRUCTIONS:

1. Read When You Are Big, the poem below.

2. Leave a comment at the end of this blog.

3. If you are entering, e-mail a couple of sentences about one of your favorite memories to cupcakesandbluegrass@gmail.com.

Or your child can enter:
If your child can write, ask them what their favorite memory is and have them write it down. If they can’t write, write it down for them, but don’t edit it. Try to get it verbatim since kids tend to have a wonderful way of putting things! Their memories can be anything of their choosing — something they think they will remember when they are big.

4. By September 16, 2010, e-mail answers to cupcakesandbluegrass@gmail.com.
OR put it in an envelope and mail it to:

S. Ryan Furlong
Cupcakes and Bluegrass
P.O. Box 34
Durhamville, NY 13054

Don’t forget to include the entrant’s name, age and address!

5. On September 17 we will pick a winner at random. (You have a great chance of winning since this blog is so new.) By September 20, the winner (and our favorite entries) will be posted to this blog and a copy of Jack Prelutsky’s The Frogs Wore Red Suspenders will be shipped to the winner in the mail!

Happy reading and remembering. Enjoy and good luck!

When You Are Big
By Sara Furlong, 2010

I wrote this poem for my daughter Amelia in honor of her 6-month birthday, which reminds me that time passes quickly so we should cherish the important things in life. It is actually a rough draft of a picture book manuscript.


When you are big you will not remember
The time when it rained for eleven straight days
And you sat in the house wishing you could play tee ball
Or Frisbee or fly kites or pick some bouquets.

You will remember the day when the rain stopped
And Mom took you out for a walk with your friends.
Then she (just that once!) let you jump in the puddles
And float little boats to the place your street ends.

When you are big you will not remember
The time when your friend broke your favorite crayon
Or the day that she called you a feather-brained ninny
And stomped on the castle you made out of sand.

You will remember the times you played dress-up
And then did a play for the whole neighborhood
Or the time that she helped you clean one great big mess up
And came to bring soup when you didn’t feel good.

When you are big you will not remember
The robot-shaped candy you wanted so bad
That you laid down and screamed on the floor of the market
And then were sent up to your room by your dad.

You will remember your free time with family
And spending whole days doing fun things together
Like building a tree fort or playing badminton
Or having a picnic in beautiful weather.

When you are big you will not remember
Unwrapping your gifts on the day you turned seven
And finding, instead of the puppy you wanted,
That you got some clothes and a hamster named Evan.

You will remember that neat cake your Mom made –
It looked like a chimp with a hat and banana –
And how Dad was blowing balloons up all morning
And Aunt Lulu came all the way from Montana.

When you are big you will not remember
The times you spent staring at big TV screens
Watching cartoons and shows about kids with weird hairdos
And ads for toy airplanes and fast food and jeans.

You will remember the bright days of summer.
You climbed trees so high that you thought you’d touch heaven
And had some magnificent backyard adventures
With rope and a map and your best sidekick – Evan.

When you are big, you will not recall
Your dream about monsters so hungry and tall
That they ate up the moon and they swallowed the stars
And then came to your house to eat all your toy cars!

You will remember how after that scare
You were twirling your fingers in your mother’s hair
As she showed you how everything still was all right–
That the moon still shone bright as she held you so tight.

When you are big you will not remember
The times you were mad about castles and crayons
Or the times you were sad about rainstorms and robots
Or upset by puppies or playthings or plans.

For memories are made up of moments and people
And kindness and caring and fun, most of all.
When you are big, you’ll remember the good times
And people who loved you when you were small.

It’s the weekend! Celebrate with Pizza, Pancakes and Poetry by Prelutsky!

Pizza, pancakes, Prelutsky…and cupcakes and bluegrass. Can you say YUM?! It’s definitely an equation for an enjoyable weekend.

We are having a pizza party with Grandma tonight and tomorrow morning my husband, Rich, will make pancakes as he always does on the weekend. And we will probably read some Jack Prelutsky since he is my daughter, Amelia’s favorite right now.

Because of all these things, I decided I needed to share the two poems below. Read them to your kids while you’re having pancakes and pizza. Or read them to your baby while you bounce her on your knee.

What are you up to this weekend? I’ll bet it is good subject matter for a poem!

Happy Friday!

A Pizza the Size of the Sun

I’m making a pizza the size of the sun,
a pizza that’s sure to weigh more than a ton,
a pizza too massive to pick up and toss,
a pizza resplendent with oceans of sauce.

I’m topping my pizza with mountains of cheese,
with acres of peppers, pimentos, and peas,
with mushrooms, tomatoes, and sausage galore,
with every last olive they had at the store.

My pizza is sure to be one of a kind,
my pizza will leave other pizzas behind,
my pizza will be a delectable treat
that all who love pizza are welcome to eat.

The oven is hot, I believe it will take
a year and a half for my pizza to bake.
I hardly can wait till my pizza is done,
my wonderful pizza the size of the sun.

The Pancake Collector

Come visit my pancake collection
It’s unique in the civilized world
I have pancakes in every description,
Pancakes flaky and fluffy and curled

I have pancakes of various sizes
Pancakes regular, heavy and light
Underdone pancakes and overdone pancakes
And pancakes so perfectly right

I have pancakes locked up in the closets
have pancakes on hangers and hooks
There are bags in boxes and bureaus
And pressed in the pages of books

There are pretty ones sewn to the cushions
And tastefully pinned to the drapes.
The ceilings are coated with pancakes
And pressed in the pages with crepes.

I have pancakes in most of my pockets
And concealed in the lining of suites
There are tiny ones stuffed in my mittens
And large one packed in my boots

I have extra of most of my pancakes,
I maintain them in rows on these shelves
And if you say nice things about them
You may take a few home for yourself

I see that you’ve got to be going
Won’t you let yourselves out by the door?
It is time that I pour out he batter
And bake up a few hundred more.

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