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Babs Bell (Bishop) Hajdusiewicz and her books

Bestselling author Babs Bell Hajdusiewicz

Bestselling author Babs Bell Hajdusiewicz, Ms.Ed. is the author of more than 100 books and 350 poems for children, including: Don’t Go Out in Your Underwear!; Phonics through Poetry: Teaching Phonemic Awareness Using Poetry; MORE Phonics through Poetry: Teaching Phonemic Awareness Using Poetry; Rhythm & Rhyme Reader Series; Questions and Answers Series; Jacks and More Jacks, Words! Words! Words!; Words and More Words. She is also author of Steppingstone Stories Series; Peaceful Me and Sometimes I Feel Happy, Sometimes I Feel Sad; three Poetry Works! collections for early childhood through intermediate grades; middle-grades biography Mary Carter Smith: African-American Storyteller; and the Dainty Dinosaur Series.

Hajdusiewicz stars in the Wright Group staff-development video Developing Oral Language and Phonemic Awareness through Rhythm and Rhyme. She has written numerous children's stories, articles for teachers and parents, and has contributed to and edited many elementary textbooks.

An educator for 40 years, Hajdusiewicz taught early childhood, elementary, and special education at all levels, served school districts in Indiana and Michigan as director of special education, and taught graduate and undergraduate education courses at Eastern Michigan and Cleveland State Universities. She founded Booking the Future: Reader to Reader™, a community-involvement literacy program that placed books in the hands and homes of more than 16,000 four, five, and six year olds, and Pee Wee Poetry™, a language development program for children aged two through nine. Hajdusiewicz is a frequent conference keynoter for educators and parents and a popular visiting author in schools across the country and abroad.

Specialties: Poetry for kids; humor; parenting for literacy; school staff development; author of numerous classroom materials; emphasis on phonemic awareness before phonics instruction; building love of learning from infancy onward

(Babs Bell Hajdusiewicz живет и работает в Атланте, штат Джорджия. Она написала более 100 книг и 350 стишков для детей. Своими книгами она предоставляет советы, консультации и материал для воспитателей, чтобы они чувствовали себя уверенно в том, что они помогают детям в период их раннего развития и становления их устной речи. Учителя английского языка могут использовать стихи для изучения языка в целом. Родители могут читать эти нехитрые стихи своим детям и помогать им изучать английский язык.)


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Gather around and listen well, for we have a fabled story to tell. Today is National Tell a Fairy Tale Day and a great opportunity to read to your kids. We are encouraged to explore myths, fantasy and fables, old, new or imagined by you on the spot. A fairy tale is a fictional story that may feature fairies, trolls, giants and talking animals. These stories often include enchantments and far-fetched events.





«Визит Святого Николая» („A Visit from St. Nicholas“ или «В Ночь перед Рождеством»„The Night Before Christmas“ либо, по первой строке, „Twas the Night Before Christmas“) — детская поэма в стихах, написанная Кларком Клементом Муром и впервые опубликованная в Соединенных Штатах Америки в 1823 году (некоторые историки приписывают авторство Генри Ливингстону младшему).

До издания этого произведения были смутные представления о Санта-Клаусе. «В Ночь перед Рождеством» впервые описала, как выглядит Санта-Клаус, как он передвигается (летит по небу на санях, запряжённых оленями, также упоминаются имена восьми оленей) и что, собственно, происходит, когда он посещает дом с подарками в Сочельник. Эта поэма значительно повлияла на представления о Санта-Клаусе во всем англоязычном мире. До сих пор «В Ночь перед Рождеством» является одной из наиболее любимых Рождественских сказок в Америке.

Twas The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While vision of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his courses they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the courses they flew,
With a sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

        by Clement Moore in 1822

Words and Notes / Слова и примечания

Имена оленей Санта Клауса
• Dasher — Стремительный
• Dancer — Танцор
• Prancer — Гарцующий
• Vixen — Сварливый
• Comet — Комета
• Cupid — Купидон
• Donder — Гром (немецкий вариант этого слова)
• Blitzen — Молния (немецкий вариант этого слова)
Слова к стихотворению
• twas  — поэтическая форма "it was"
• 'kerchief  — укороченная форма слова handkerchief – носовой платок
• nap — короткий сон, дрема
• shutters — ставни
• sash — оконный переплет, скользящая рамка в подъемном окне
• luster — глянец, блеск
• sleigh  — сани, салазки; ехать на санях
• courser  — 1. рысак 2. (поэт.) конь, боевой конь
• porch — крыльцо, подъезд или крытая веранда
• dash — двигаться быстро и стремительно
• in a twinkling  — в мгновение ока (twinkle – мигание, меруцание)
• peddler — коробейник
• chimney  — труба, дымоход

Перевод "Twas The Night Before Christmas"

Рождество на пороге. Полночную тишь
потревожить не смеет даже юркая мышь.
Стайка детских чулок, как положено, чинно
Санта Клауса ждёт у решетки каминной.

Ребятишкам в уютных и мягких кроватках
снится сахарный снег и Луна-мармеладка.
Я колпак нахлобучил, а мама - чепец:
взрослым тоже пора бы вздремнуть наконец…

Вдруг грохот и топот и шум несусветный,
и крыша откликнулась гулом ответным.
Сна как не бывало - а кто бы заснул?
Я ставни открыл и окно распахнул.

Играя в гляделки со снегом искристым,
Луна озаряла сиянием чистым
(я так и застыл у окна в изумленье)…
чудесные санки и восемь оленей.

За кучера - бойкий лихой старичок.
Да-да, это Санта - ну кто же ещё
мог в крохотных санках орлов обгонять
и басом весёлым оленям кричать:

Эй, Быстрый! Танцор!
Эй, Дикарь! Эй, Скакун!
Комета! Амур!
Эй, Гроза и Тайфун!
Живей на крыльцо!
А теперь к чердаку!
Гоните на полном скаку!

Как лёгкие листья, что с ветром неслись,
взмывают, встречаясь с преградою, ввысь -
вот так же олени вверх сани помчали.
(Игрушки лишь чудом не выпадали!)

Раздался на крыше грохочущий звук -
диковинных звонких копыт перестук.
Скорее, скорее к камину! И вот
наш Санта скользнул прямиком в дымоход.

Одетый в меха с головы и до пят
(весь в копоти Сантин роскошный наряд!),
с мешком, перекинутым через плечо,
набитым игрушками - чем же ещё!

Сияют глаза, будто звёзды в мороз,
два яблока - щёки и вишенка-нос.
Улыбка - забавней не видел вовек!
Бела борода, словно утренний снег.

И сразу дымком потянуло табачным:
он старую трубку посасывал смачно,
а кругленький толстый животик от смеха
как студень дрожал - доложу вам, потеха!

Забавный толстяк - просто эльф, да и только!
Не выдержав, я рассмеялся до колик.
(Вначале слегка опасался смеяться,
но звёздочек-глаз разве можно бояться?)

Не молвив ни слова, он взялся за дело -
чулки у камина наполнил умело,
кивнул, пальчик пухленький к носу прижал
(мол тихо! молчи!) - и в камине пропал.

Раздался его оглушительный свист -
И восемь оленей как птицы взвились,
лишь ветром слова до меня донесло:
"Всех-всех с Рождеством! Я вернусь! Добрых снов!"

        Пер. с англ. Ольги Литвиновой



Jingle Bells original song

Jingle Bells*Lyrics

Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
Making spirits bright,
What fun it is to ride and sing
A sleighing song tonight, O

Jingle bells, jingle bells,
jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh

A day or two ago,
I thought I'd take a ride,
And soon Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by my side;
The horse was lean and lank;
Misfortune seemed his lot;
He got into a drifted bank,
And we, we got upset. O

Jingle bells, jingle bells,
jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh

A day or two ago,
The story I must tell
I went out on the snow
And on my back I fell;
A gent was riding by
In a one-horse open sleigh,
He laughed as there
I sprawling lie,
But quickly drove away, O

Jingle bells, jingle bells,
jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh

Now the ground is white
Go it while you're young,
Take the girls tonight
And sing this sleighing song;
Just get a bob-tailed bay
Two-forty as his speed
Hitch him to an open sleigh
And crack! you'll take the lead, O

Jingle bells, jingle bells,
jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh


* - Автором песни является James Pierpont,
а наиболее известными её исполнителями - Basshunter, Frank Sinatra, Barbra Streisand, Boney-M, Bing Crosby, Glenn Miller.


Перевод песни Jingle Bells

Снег взметнув волнами,
В санках развалясь,
Мчимся мы полями,
Без конца смеясь.

Колокольцев трели
Поднимают дух,
Целый день в пути бы пели
Эту песню вслух!

Припев: 2x
Динь-дилень, динь-дилень -
Всю дорогу звон!
Как чудесно быстро мчать
В санях, где слышен он!

Я пару дней назад
Проехаться решил,
И вскоре Фэнни Брайт
К себе я подсадил.

Но конь, худой и вялый,
Как доходяга был.
Застряв в сугробе, этот малый
Романтику убил.

Припев: 2x
Динь-дилень, динь-дилень -
Всю дорогу звон!
Как чудесно быстро мчать
В санях, где слышен он!

Назад тому день-два,
Скажу я вам, друзья,
На снег вступив едва,
Упал на спину я.

Мужчина проезжал,
Гнал сани во всю мочь.
Смеясь над тем, как я лежал,
Он вмиг умчался прочь.

Припев: 2x
Динь-дилень, динь-дилень -
Всю дорогу звон!
Как чудесно быстро мчать
В санях, где слышен он!

Бела земля зимой,
Пока ты юн - гуляй!
Взяв девушку с собой,
Про санки напевай!

Гнедого раздобудь,
Чтоб быстр был и хорош.
В санях смелей с девчонкой будь,
И ты своё возьмешь!

Припев: 2x
Динь-дилень, динь-дилень -
Всю дорогу звон!
Как чудесно быстро мчать
В санях, где слышен он!

Звените, колокольчики! (перевод )

Пробираясь сквозь снег
На открытых санях, запряжённых лошадкой,
Мы едем по полю,
Всю дорогу смеясь.
Колокольчики на санях звенят,
И на душе становится светлее.
Как это здорово: ехать на санях и петь
Об этом песню! О!!!

Звените, колокольчики,
Звените всю дорогу!
Как это здорово: ехать
На открытых санях, запряжённых лошадкой!
Звените, колокольчики,
Звените всю дорогу!
Как это здорово: ехать
На открытых санях, запряжённых лошадкой!

Пару дней назад,
Я думал, что прокачусь,
Но тут же ко мне подсадили
Мисс Фэнни Брайт.
Лошадка была тощей,
Казалось, несчастье - её удел.
И она застряла в сугробе,
А мы - мы расстроились, о!!!

Звените, колокольчики,
Звените всю дорогу!
Как это здорово: ехать
На открытых санях, запряжённых лошадкой!
Звените, колокольчики,
Звените всю дорогу!
Как это здорово: ехать
На открытых санях, запряжённых лошадкой!

Пару дней назад,
Должен вам рассказать,
Я вышел на снег
И упал на спину.
Мимо проезжал один господин
В открытых санях, запряжённых лошадкой,
И он рассмеялся над тем,
Как я растянулся на земле,
Но быстро проехал мимо, о!!!

Звените, колокольчики,
Звените всю дорогу!
Как это здорово: ехать
На открытых санях, запряжённых лошадкой!
Звените, колокольчики,
Звените всю дорогу!
Как это здорово: ехать
На открытых санях, запряжённых лошадкой!

Земля устлана белым покровом,
Ходите по ней, пока молоды,
Возьмите с собой подружек
И вместе пойте эту песню.
Возьмите быстроногую гнедую
С подстриженным хвостом,
Впрягите её в открытые сани
И вас никто не догонит, о!!!

Звените, колокольчики,
Звените всю дорогу!
Как это здорово: ехать
На открытых санях, запряжённых лошадкой!
Звените, колокольчики,
Звените всю дорогу!
Как это здорово: ехать




We wish you a Merry Christmas - (3)
And a Happy New Year
Good tidings we bring
To you and your kin.
Good tidings for Christmas
And a Happy New Year

Now bring us some figgy pudding - (3)
And a cup of good cheer

We won't go until we get some - (3)
So bring it right here

So bring us some figgy pudding - (3)
And bring it right here

Good tidings we bring
To you and your kin
Good tidings for Christmas
And a Happy New Year



Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer(Lyrics)



Jingle Bells


Jingle bells
Jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun
It is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Ha ha ha
Bells on bobtail ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing
A sleighing song tonight

Jingle bells
Jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun
It is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh

Now the ground is white
And the night is young
Take the sleigh tonight
And join us in this song
Just get a bob tailed bay
Get ready for a run
Then hitch him to a sleigh
And now we'll have some fun!"




It's Humpty Dumpty like you've never seen him before! This is an original version of the classic Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme "Humpty Dumpty". In this version of Humpty Dumpty, the ever so brilliant Humpty falls off the all again and again and keeps getting hurt. Not to worry though, Humpty soon figures out what it is that he needs to do to build a stronger shell and be the most healthy version of himself the he can possibly be.

At DippityDooClub we post animated nursery rhyme videos twice a week. So if you're a fan of fun sing-a-long songs for kids, then be sure to click subscribe so that we'll be able to let you know each and every time we post a new video. Welcome to the club!


Interested in singing along to our version of the classic Humpty Dumpty Sat On A Wall Nursery Rhyme? Below you'll find the lyrics..

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.

Humpty Dumpty rode on his bike
Rode so fast, it was a trike
He fell and then all the kings men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again

Humpty Dumpty ran down a hill
Tumbled down and had a great spill
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again

Humpty Dumpty climbed up a tree
Climbed so high then fell did he
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again

Humpty Dumpty slipped on the ice
Bonked his head and bonked it twice
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again

Humpty Dumpty was tired of breaking
It hurt so bad, he often was shaking
Ate all his food and got all his sleep
Now all his pieces he could keep

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Were happy to see him together again



Perry Como "Twas The Night Before Christmas"

"'Twas The Night Before Christmas" aka "The Night Before Christmas" aka "A Visit From St. Nicholas" is a poem first published anonymously in 1823 and generally attributed to Clement Clarke Moore.

Perry Como recorded ""Twas The Night Before Christmas" in 1953; it was released as a single and appeared on his 1953 EP, Around The Christmas Tree, produced by Henri Rene', original music by Ray Charles, with string ensemble by Mitchell Ayers.



Bing Crosby ~ White Christmas Album

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The Christmas Album - Nat King Cole (Full Album)

8:09 Buon Natale (Means Merry Christmas to You)
09:48 Adest Fideles (O Come All Ye Faithful)
12:17 Little Town of Bethlehem
14:39 The Little Boy That Santa Claus Forgot
17:14 Tannenbaum
20:17 The First Noel
22:17 The Little Christmas Tree
25:32 Hark! the Herald Angels Sing
27:24 The Happiest Christmas Tree
29:19 Joy To The World
30:46 O Holy Night
33:45 Caroling, Caroling
35:48 A Cradle in Bethlehem
39:16 Away in a Manger
41:18 God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

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Glee - O Christmas Tree

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Thy leaves are so unchanging;
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Thy leaves are so unchanging;
Not only green when summer's here,
But also when it's cold and drear.
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Thy leaves are so unchanging!

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Such pleasure do you bring me;
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Such pleasure do you bring me;
Oh Every year this Christmas Tree
Brings to us such joy and glee!
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Such pleasure do you bring me

(Sleep in Heavenly, Sleep in Heavenly)

O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
Oh evergreen, unchanging
A symbol of good will and love
You'll ever be unchanging
Each shining light, each silver bell,
No other light spreads cheer so well.
O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree!
You'll ever be unchanging.

Перевод текста песни: Glee - O Christmas Tree

О Рождественская елка! О Рождественская елка!
Твои листья так неизменной;
О Рождественская елка! О Рождественская елка!
Твои листья так неизменной;
Не только зеленым, когда летом здесь,
Но и тогда, когда он холодный и тоскливый.
О Рождественская елка! О Рождественская елка!
Твои листья так неизменна!

О Рождественская елка! О Рождественская елка!
Такое удовольствие вы принесите мне;
О Рождественская елка! О Рождественская елка!
Такое удовольствие вы принесите мне;
О Каждый год в это Рождество Дерево
Приносит нам такую радость и ликование!
О Рождественская елка! О Рождественская елка!
Такое удовольствие вы принесите мне

(Сон в Небесный, спать в Небесный)

О Рождественская елка! О Рождественская елка!
О вечнозеленых, неизменное
Символ доброй воли и любви
Вы когда-либо будет неизменной
Каждый яркий свет, каждый серебряный колокольчик,
Ни одна другая распространяется свет развеселить так хорошо.
О Рождественская елка! О Рождественская елка!
Вы когда-либо будет неизменной.



O Tannenbaum
O Tannenbaum - рождественская песня немецкого происхождения.
В английской версии называется O Christmas Tree.



Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
Одна из самых известных рождественских песен на английском языке.
Написана в очень знойный июльский день 1945 года поэтом Сэмми Каном и композитором Жюлем Стайном и за годы своего существования была исполнена огромным количеством музыкантов.
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The Little Prince

The Little Prince: Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.

In the book it said: "Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole, without chewing it. After that they are not able to move, and they sleep through the six months that they need for digestion."

I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked like this:


I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.

But they answered: "Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?"

My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of the boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this:


The grown-ups' response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.

So then I chose another profession, and learned to pilot airplanes. I have flown a little over all parts of the world; and it is true that geography has been very useful to me. At a glance I can distinguish China from Arizona. If one gets lost in the night, such knowledge is valuable.

In the course of this life I have had a great many encounters with a great many people who have been concerned with matters of consequence. I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn't much improved my opinion of them.

Whenever I met one of them who seemed to me at all clear-sighted, I tried the experiment of showing him my Drawing Number One, which I have always kept. I would try to find out, so, if this was a person of true understanding. But, whoever it was, he, or she, would always say:

"That is a hat."

Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors, or primeval forests, or stars. I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about bridge, and golf, and politics, and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such a sensible man.



The Little Prince: Chapter 2

Chapter 2

So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to, until I had an accident with my plane in the Desert of Sahara, six years ago. Something was broken in my engine. And as I had with me neither a mechanic nor any passengers, I set myself to attempt the difficult repairs all alone. It was a question of life or death for me: I had scarcely enough drinking water to last a week.

The first night, then, I went to sleep on the sand, a thousand miles from any human habitation. I was more isolated than a shipwrecked sailor on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Thus you can imagine my amazement, at sunrise, when I was awakened by an odd little voice. It said:

"If you please-- draw me a sheep!"


"Draw me a sheep!"

I jumped to my feet, completely thunderstruck. I blinked my eyes hard. I looked carefully all around me. And I saw a most extraordinary small person, who stood there examining me with great seriousness. Here you may see the best potrait that, later, I was able to make of him. But my drawing is certainly very much less charming than its model.

That, however, is not my fault. The grown-ups discouraged me in my painter's career when I was six years old, and I never learned to draw anything, except boas from the outside and boas from the inside.

Now I stared at this sudden apparition with my eyes fairly starting out of my head in astonishment. Remember, I had crashed in the desert a thousand miles from any inhabited region. And yet my little man seemed neither to be straying uncertainly among the sands, nor to be fainting from fatigue or hunger or thirst or fear. Nothing about him gave any suggestion of a child lost in the middle of the desert, a thousand miles from any human habitation. When at last I was able to speak, I said to him:

"But-- what are you doing here?"

And in answer he repeated, very slowly, as if he were speaking of a matter of great consequence:

"If you please-- draw me a sheep..."

When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey. Absurd as it might seem to me, a thousand miles from any human habitation and in danger of death, I took out of my pocket a sheet of paper and my fountain-pen. But then I remembered how my studies had been concentrated on geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar, and I told the little chap (a little crossly, too) that I did not know how to draw. He answered me:

"That doesn't matter. Draw me a sheep..."

But I had never drawn a sheep. So I drew for him one of the two pictures I had drawn so often. It was that of the boa constrictor from the outside. And I was astounded to hear the little fellow greet it with,

"No, no, no! I do not want an elephant inside a boa constrictor. A boa constrictor is a very dangerous creature, and an elephant is very cumbersome. Where I live, everything is very small. What I need is a sheep. Draw me a sheep."

So then I made a drawing.

He looked at it carefully, then he said:

"No. This sheep is already very sickly. Make me another."

So I made another drawing.

My friend smiled gently and indulgenty.

"You see yourself," he said, "that this is not a sheep. This is a ram. It has horns."

So then I did my drawing over once more.

But it was rejected too, just like the others.

"This one is too old. I want a sheep that will live a long time."

By this time my patience was exhausted, because I was in a hurry to start taking my engine apart. So I tossed off this drawing.


And I threw out an explanation with it.

"This is only his box. The sheep you asked for is inside."

I was very surprised to see a light break over the face of my young judge:

"That is exactly the way I wanted it! Do you think that this sheep will have to have a great deal of grass?"


"Because where I live everything is very small..."

"There will surely be enough grass for him," I said. "It is a very small sheep that I have given you."

He bent his head over the drawing:

"Not so small that-- Look! He has gone to sleep..."

And that is how I made the acquaintance of the little prince.



The Little Prince: Chapter 3

Chapter 3

It took me a long time to learn where he came from. The little prince, who asked me so many questions, never seemed to hear the ones I asked him. It was from words dropped by chance that, little by little, everything was revealed to me.

The first time he saw my airplane, for instance (I shall not draw my airplane; that would be much too complicated for me), he asked me:

"What is that object?"

"That is not an object. It flies. It is an airplane. It is my airplane."

And I was proud to have him learn that I could fly.

He cried out, then:

"What! You dropped down from the sky?"

"Yes," I answered, modestly.

"Oh! That is funny!"

And the little prince broke into a lovely peal of laughter, which irritated me very much. I like my misfortunes to be taken seriously.

Then he added:

"So you, too, come from the sky! Which is your planet?"

At that moment I caught a gleam of light in the impenetrable mystery of his presence; and I demanded, abruptly:

"Do you come from another planet?"

But he did not reply. He tossed his head gently, without taking his eyes from my plane:

"It is true that on that you can't have come from very far away..."

And he sank into a reverie, which lasted a long time. Then, taking my sheep out of his pocket, he buried himself in the contemplation of his treasure.

You can imagine how my curiosity was aroused by this half-confidence about the "other planets." I made a great effort, therefore, to find out more on this subject.

"My little man, where do you come from? What is this 'where I live,' of which you speak? Where do you want to take your sheep?"

After a reflective silence he answered:

"The thing that is so good about the box you have given me is that at night he can use it as his house."

"That is so. And if you are good I will give you a string, too, so that you can tie him during the day, and a post to tie him to."

But the little prince seemed shocked by this offer:

"Tie him! What a queer idea!"

"But if you don't tie him," I said, "he will wander off somewhere, and get lost."

My friend broke into another peal of laughter:

"But where do you think he would go?"

"Anywhere. Straight ahead of him."

Then the little prince said, earnestly:

"That doesn't matter. Where I live, everything is so small!"

And, with perhaps a hint of sadness, he added:

"Straight ahead of him, nobody can go very far..."



The Little Prince: Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I had thus learned a second fact of great importance: this was that the planet the little prince came from was scarcely any larger than a house!

But that did not really surprise me much. I knew very well that in addition to the great planets-- such as the Earth, Jupiter, Mars, Venus-- to which we have given names, there are also hundreds of others, some of which are so small that one has a hard t ime seeing them through the telescope. When an astronomer discovers one of these he does not give it a name, but only a number. He might call it, for example, "Asteroid 325."

I have serious reason to believe that the planet from which the little prince came is the asteroid known as B-612.

This asteroid has only once been seen through the telescope. That was by a Turkish astronomer, in 1909.

On making his discovery, the astronomer had presented it to the International Astronomical Congress, in a great demonstration. But he was in Turkish costume, and so nobody would believe what he said.

Grown-ups are like that...

Fortunately, however, for the reputation of Asteroid B-612, a Turkish dictator made a law that his subjects, under pain of death, should change to European costume. So in 1920 the astronomer gave his demonstration all over again, dressed with impressive style and elegance. And this time everybody accepted his report.

If I have told you these details about the asteroid, and made a note of its number for you, it is on account of the grown-ups and their ways. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. T hey never say to you, "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?" Instead, they demand: "How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?" Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.

If you were to say to the grown-ups: "I saw a beautiful house made of rosy brick, with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof," they would not be able to get any idea of that house at all. You would have to say to them: "I saw a house that cost $ 20,000." Then they would exclaim: "Oh, what a pretty house that is!"

Just so, you might say to them: "The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists." And what good would it do to tell them th at? They would shrug their shoulders, and treat you like a child. But if you said to them: "The planet he came from is Asteroid B-612," then they would be convinced, and leave you in peace from their questions.

They are like that. One must not hold it against them. Children should always show great forbearance toward grown-up people.

But certainly, for us who understand life, figures are a matter of indifference. I should have liked to begin this story in the fashion of the fairy-tales. I should have like to say: "Once upon a time there was a little prince who lived on a planet that was scarcely any bigger than himself, and who had need of a sheep..."

To those who understand life, that would have given a much greater air of truth to my story.

For I do not want any one to read my book carelessly. I have suffered too much grief in setting down these memories. Six years have already passed since my friend went away from me, with his sheep. If I try to describe him here, it is to make sure that I shall not forget him. To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures...

It is for that purpose, again, that I have bought a box of paints and some pencils. It is hard to take up drawing again at my age, when I have never made any pictures except those of the boa constrictor from the outside and the boa constrictor from the i nside, since I was six. I shall certainly try to make my portraits as true to life as possible. But I am not at all sure of success. One drawing goes along all right, and another has no resemblance to its subject. I make some errors, too, in the littl e prince's height: in one place he is too tall and in another too short. And I feel some doubts about the color of his costume. So I fumble along as best I can, now good, now bad, and I hope generally fair-to-middling.

In certain more important details I shall make mistakes, also. But that is something that will not be my fault. My friend never explained anything to me. He thought, perhaps, that I was like himself. But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through t he walls of boxes. Perhaps I am a little like the grown-ups. I have had to grow old.



The Little Prince: Chapter 5

Chapter 5

As each day passed I would learn, in our talk, something about the little prince's planet, his departure from it, his journey. The information would come very slowly, as it might chance to fall from his thoughts. It was in this way that I heard, on the third day, about the catastrophe of the baobabs.

This time, once more, I had the sheep to thank for it. For the little prince asked me abruptly-- as if seized by a grave doubt-- "It is true, isn't it, that sheep eat little bushes?"

"Yes, that is true."

"Ah! I am glad!"

I did not understand why it was so important that sheep should eat little bushes. But the little prince added:

"Then it follows that they also eat baobabs?"

I pointed out to the little prince that baobabs were not little bushes, but, on the contrary, trees as big as castles; and that even if he took a whole herd of elephants away with him, the herd would not eat up one single baobab.

The idea of the herd of elephants made the little prince laugh.

"We would have to put them one on top of the other," he said.

But he made a wise comment:

"Before they grow so big, the baobabs start out by being little."

"That is strictly correct," I said. "But why do you want the sheep to eat the little baobabs?"

He answered me at once, "Oh, come, come!", as if he were speaking of something that was self-evident. And I was obliged to make a great mental effort to solve this problem, without any assistance.

Indeed, as I learned, there were on the planet where the little prince lived-- as on all planets-- good plants and bad plants. In consequence, there were good seeds from good plants, and bad seeds from bad plants. But seeds are invisible. They sleep deep in the heart of the earth's darkness, until some one among them is seized with the desire to awaken. Then this little seed will stretch itself and begin-- timidly at first-- to push a charming little sprig inoffensively upward toward the sun. If it is only a sprout of radish or the sprig of a rose-bush, one would let it grow wherever it might wish. But when it is a bad plant, one must destroy it as soon as possible, the very first instant that one recognizes it.

Now there were some terrible seeds on the planet that was the home of the little prince; and these were the seeds of the baobab. The soil of that planet was infested with them. A baobab is something you will never, never be able to get rid of if you attend to it too late. It spreads over the entire planet. It bores clear through it with its roots. And if the planet is too small, and the baobabs are too many, they split it in pieces...

"It is a question of discipline," the little prince said to me later on. "When you've finished your own toilet in the morning, then it is time to attend to the toilet of your planet, just so, with the greatest care. You must see to it that you pull up regularly all the baobabs, at the very first moment when they can be distinguished from the rosebushes which they resemble so closely in their earliest youth. It is very tedious work," the little prince added, "but very easy."

And one day he said to me: "You ought to make a beautiful drawing, so that the children where you live can see exactly how all this is. That would be very useful to them if they were to travel some day. Sometimes," he added, "there is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day. But when it is a matter of baobabs, that always means a catastrophe. I knew a planet that was inhabited by a lazy man. He neglected three little bushes..."

So, as the little prince described it to me, I have made a drawing of that planet. I do not much like to take the tone of a moralist. But the danger of the baobabs is so little understood, and such considerable risks would be run by anyone who might get lost on an asteroid, that for once I am breaking through my reserve. "Children," I say plainly, "watch out for the baobabs!"

My friends, like myself, have been skirting this danger for a long time, without ever knowing it; and so it is for them that I have worked so hard over this drawing. The lesson which I pass on by this means is worth all the trouble it has cost me.

Perhaps you will ask me, "Why are there no other drawing in this book as magnificent and impressive as this drawing of the baobabs?"

The reply is simple. I have tried. But with the others I have not been successful. When I made the drawing of the baobabs I was carried beyond myself by the inspiring force of urgent necessity.



The Little Prince: Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Oh, little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your sad little life... For a long time you had found your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the sunset. I learned that new detail on the morning of the fourth day, w hen you said to me:

"I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset now."

"But we must wait," I said.

"Wait? For what?"

"For the sunset. We must wait until it is time."

At first you seemed to be very much surprised. And then you laughed to yourself. You said to me:

"I am always thinking that I am at home!"

Just so. Everybody knows that when it is noon in the United States the sun is setting over France.

If you could fly to France in one minute, you could go straight into the sunset, right from noon. Unfortunately, France is too far away for that. But on your tiny planet, my little prince, all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like...

"One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!"

And a little later you added:

"You know-- one loves the sunset, when one is so sad..."

"Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?"

But the little prince made no reply.



The Little Prince: Chapter 7

Chapter 7

On the fifth day-- again, as always, it was thanks to the sheep-- the secret of the little prince's life was revealed to me. Abruptly, without anything to lead up to it, and as if the question had been born of long and silent meditation on his problem, he demanded:

"A sheep-- if it eats little bushes, does it eat flowers, too?"

"A sheep," I answered, "eats anything it finds in its reach."

"Even flowers that have thorns?"

"Yes, even flowers that have thorns."

"Then the thorns-- what use are they?"

I did not know. At that moment I was very busy trying to unscrew a bolt that had got stuck in my engine. I was very much worried, for it was becoming clear to me that the breakdown of my plane was extremely serious. And I had so little drinking-water left that I had to fear for the worst.

"The thorns-- what use are they?"

The little prince never let go of a question, once he had asked it. As for me, I was upset over that bolt. And I answered with the first thing that came into my head:

"The thorns are of no use at all. Flowers have thorns just for spite!"


There was a moment of complete silence. Then the little prince flashed back at me, with a kind of resentfulness:

"I don't believe you! Flowers are weak creatures. They are naïve. They reassure themselves as best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons..."

I did not answer. At that instant I was saying to myself: "If this bolt still won't turn, I am going to knock it out with the hammer." Again the little prince disturbed my thoughts.

"And you actually believe that the flowers--"

"Oh, no!" I cried. "No, no no! I don't believe anything. I answered you with the first thing that came into my head. Don't you see-- I am very busy with matters of consequence!"

He stared at me, thunderstruck.

"Matters of consequence!"

He looked at me there, with my hammer in my hand, my fingers black with engine-grease, bending down over an object which seemed to him extremely ugly...

"You talk just like the grown-ups!"

That made me a little ashamed. But he went on, relentlessly:

"You mix everything up together... You confuse everything..."

He was really very angry. He tossed his golden curls in the breeze.

"I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He has never smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has never done anything in his life but add up figures. And all day he says over and over, just like you: 'I am busy with matters of consequence!' And that makes him swell up with pride. But he is not a man-- he is a mushroom!"

"A what?"

"A mushroom!"

The little prince was now white with rage.

"The flowers have been growing thorns for millions of years. For millions of years the sheep have been eating them just the same. And is it not a matter of consequence to try to understand why the flowers go to so much trouble to grow thorns which are never of any use to them? Is the warfare between the sheep and the flowers not important? Is this not of more consequence than a fat red-faced gentleman's sums? And if I know-- I, myself-- one flower which is unique in the world, which grows nowhere but on my planet, but which one little sheep can destroy in a single bite some morning, without even noticing what he is doing-- Oh! You think that is not important!"

His face turned from white to red as he continued:

"If some one loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars. He can say to himself, 'Somewhere, my flower is there...' But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened... And you think that is not important!"

He could not say anything more. His words were choked by sobbing.

The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop from my hands. Of what moment now was my hammer, my bolt, or thirst, or death? On one star, one planet, my planet, the Earth, there was a little prince to be comforted. I took him in my arms, and rocked him. I said to him:

"The flower that you love is not in danger. I will draw you a muzzle for your sheep. I will draw you a railing to put around your flower. I will--"

I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.