Dance Video, Music, Poetry


Safeguarding children
All be aware
Forget not the signs
Education is there
Gain some knowledge
Understand how
Always alert
Remember! This now
Do not ignore
Instigate strife
Nurture the child
Give them a life

!!!No Losers!!!

One hundred people in a room
A mixture of women and men,
Now give them ninety-nine tasks
Watch them perform! Now then!

Each time a task is completed
Will prove what I'm telling you,
There's no such thing as a loser!
And this will go on! Until to.

We are left with only two people
Last task! Involving a chair,
He or she who sits! Must leave
The winner! Is last person there.

Morals for young children
In Loving Memory of my little Grandson Alfyn Greatrex


This is the story about Alfyn
An Elf who could not read or write,
A tiny creature size of your thumb
Who could only be seen at night.

He had a blue wand that was magical
It was curly with one single prong,
But Alfyn could not read or write
So its magical powers went wrong.

He aimed his wand at a toadstool
"Turn into a fountain," he said,
But it withered and died at his feet
And grass all around him turned red.

Wherever he pointed his magical wand
No matter how hard he tried,
Because he did not know magical words
All objects withered and died.

Poor Alfyn got fed up with magic
He said "it made him look a fool,"
He laid down his wand and picked up a pen
And then headed off to the school.

The children of course could not see him
That was because they weren't able,
Daylight made Alfyn invisible
So he sat there unseen at the table.

Every morning he went to school
Learning as much as he could,
And all other elves including his mum
Thought he was playing in the wood

One day Mother asked Alfyn
"Where do you go every day?"
Alfyn said "Mother I've been to school
Tomorrow I'll show you! Okay."

The next day he got out his magical wand
"Calabunkum, Cabrera, Caroo,"
A beautiful bunch of flowers appeared
"Mother! These flowers are for you."

His Mother stood with tears in her eyes
She was far too emotional to speak,
She picked up her little boy Alfyn
And gave him big kiss on his cheek.

He then waved his wand at the garden
"Callaputra, Caliptro, Careen,"
The toadstool turned into a fountain
And grass he made red was now green.

Alfyn then said to his mother
"The other elves tended to mock,
Because of this, I've learned a lesson
Don't run before you can walk."


Alfyn was going to a party
But he wasn't quite sure what to take,
He sat and thought for a moment
Then decided to make a nice cake.

He went down into the cellar
And brought up a sackful of wheat,
He got from the cupboard his magical wand
And said, "this will be a treat".

He aimed his wand at the table
"Callasanta, Casesenta, Cassake,"
Quick as a flash there before him
Was a truly magnificent cake.

He thought he'd better taste it first
So he put some on a plate,
He ate a bit and then some more
Until it was too late.

"Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Said Alfyn
Now look what I've done,
I've eaten all that lovely cake
And now I'm left with none.

I'll have to think of something else"
He said as he rubbed his belly,
"That's it! I've got it", Alfyn said
"I'll make a bowl of jelly".

Once more he aimed his trusty wand
Canaduntrum, Cannata, Cateem,
A bowl of jelly then appeared
Covered in chocolate and cream.

He thought he'd better taste it first
To check it was okay,
He ate a bit and then some more
Till it was all away.

By this time Alfyn wasn't well
He cried out to his mummy,
"What is wrong with me he cried?
I have pains in my tummy.

His mother asked, "What have you eaten"
He said, "a cake and jelly,"
"Then that's the reason you have a pain
Your eyes are too big for your belly."


Alfyn was feeding all the young ducks
Down at Delmanagloyd pond,
Then suddenly a bully approached him
And snatched away his magic wand.

"Give me that back" shouted Alfyn
But the bully got nasty and rude,
He pushed Alfyn hard to the ground
Then threw the wand high as he could.

"Ha ha ha ha" Laughed the bully
As the wand fell into the water,
Alfyn was shaking in anger
"You'll pay for that, you big rotter."

Alfyn stood up clenching his fists
And said, "I am going to thump you,"
But the bully just laughed and ran off
Because that is what most bullies do.

He stood there and thought for a moment
Then cried for a minute or two,
What will his mother say when he gets home
Poor Alfyn was now in a stew.

While he was worrying about mother
He forgot all about the warlock,
He'd taken the shortcut through Brimlow Monte
And soon he was in for a shock.

The elves had been warned again and again
That the way home is safe but beware,
Never come home through Brimlow Monte
Because the Great Zebran lives there.

Zebran the Warlock would eat him for sure
So Alfyn walked quiet as a mouse,
He came to an opening and there out in front
Was Zebran the Warlocks house.

His immediate reaction was to run away
But he saw something next to a stone,
He moved a bit closer to see what it was
It was a wand same as his own.

He lay on the grass and waited
Knowing he would have to abscond,
But all he could think of at that present time
Was getting his hands on that wand.

As soon as Zebran went into the house
He knew there was no time to fret,
If he was to get this magical wand
It was the best chance he would get.

Grabbing the wand and then running off
Was all over quick as a flash,
His fear had now turned to excitement
As he made his getaway dash.

"Now I will sort out that bully"
He said with a smile on his face,
But Alfyn could not find him anywhere
He'd vanished without a trace.

Alfyn was horrified when he got home
Zebran was there at the door,
"I'm sorry to you Mr. Zebran," he said
"But I wanted to settle a score."

He explained to his mother what happened
She was annoyed he acted this way,
"There was no need to look for the bully
He was scared that's why he ran away".

Revenge is not always the answer
As this has been proven tonight,
Alfyn has learned a new lesson
Two wrongs don't make a right.

But he also made an impression
With all the courage he'd shown,
Zebran allowed him the use of his wand
To help Alfyn get back his own.

"There is one condition though," said Zebran
"My magical wand you can borrow,
What you must do is your mother and you
Must come for your supper tomorrow."


Alfyn has been naughty
And must stay in his room,
He's been told off by Brimlell
That's why he's looking gloom.

Earlier on this morning
He played a nasty trick,
He yelled out "man is coming
Everybody run! Hide! Quick!"

The little elves were petrified
As man's their greatest fear,
Alfyn chuckled to himself
As he watched them all disappear.

When everyone was out of sight
He rang the all-clear bell,
"Come out! Come out! Where ever you are
Man's gone and all is well.

He lay behind the old oak tree
No one saw him lurking,
He stayed quiet and he waited
Till all the elves were working.

Once more he jumped up screaming
"Everybody! Hide! Quick! Run
Man is coming man is coming"
He did enjoy his fun.

But wise people are not easily fooled
They had their doubts okay,
They searched around the forest
Till they reached where Alfyn lay.

"Look out! Man is coming
Listen to my plight,
Get into your homes, run quickly
Get yourselves out of sight".

Alfyn was laughing quite loudly
But this time he was unaware,
The elves were not running for cover
Instead, they were all standing there.

"Having fun?" asked Brimlell sternly
Alfyn jumped with fright,
"I'm sorry! Please don't punish me
By now Alfyn was white.

Brimlell said to Alfyn
Who was now in a stew,
"Do not do things to other people
That you would not like done to you.

Take my advice and learn from it
While you're still in your youth,
If we tell lies no one will believe us
Whenever we speak the truth."


Alfyn was late for his supper again
His mother was angry and said,
"If you can't come home in time
Then you can go straight to bed".

"But mother!" said Alfyn, "I don't have a watch
There isn't a clock in the wood,
I really did not know what time it was
That's why I'm late for my food."

Tomorrow she said, "We'll go into town
I'll buy you a watch wait and see,
Then you can play out as much as you like
But dare you be late for your tea."

The following day they went into town
Calling in at jewelers McHime,
"Dear Sir! My son needs a wristwatch
So that he will know the time."

After an hour he found one he liked
It had buttons all over with sounds,
Alfyn was happy but mother was not
Because it cost ninety-five pounds.

When they got back his mother said
"For your sake you best not be late"'
Alfyn said, "mother just watch me
I'll be home precisely at eight"

He went to the field to play football
Stayed there two hours or so,
He looked at his watch! Seven fifty five
There were only five minutes to go.

He ran like the wind in no time at all
He got home as his watch struck eight,
"Mother! I'm home for my supper
I told you I would not be late."

He shouted in vain his mother was out
His supper was still in the pot,
"Oh this is just typical said Alfyn
I'm home on time and mum's not."

Eventually, his mother arrived
She apologised for being late back,
Said Alfyn to mother! "What time is this?
Pot calling the kettle black."