Daisy Mae and Piggy Sue ( Collaborations of stories created with my family)
Adventure in Italy
Here is a tale of Miss Daisy Mae
And precious Piggy Sue.
They lived on top of a mountain hig
In the little town of Boone.
Now, North Carolina is a lovely state,
But it comes with climate change.
Summers are warm, but winter comes fast
Bringing snow to the mountain range.
So much snow, as a matter of fact
It continuously covers the ground.
The people of Boone enjoy the sights
Till the weather keeps them homebound.
Now, school had been cancelled for several days
Due to poor driving conditions.
Miss Daisy and Piggy had fun for a while
And followed the snow day traditions.
Five sturdy snowmen they made in a row
With plenty of snow left behind.
They gave them all hats, gloves and colorful scarves
And smiled at their clever designs.
But there’s only so much you can do in the snow
Before you start to grow weary.
Adventure was something they both had in mind
A vacation to make them both cheery.
They conducted their research on travel.net
And discovered an interesting site.
Venice, Italy looked like the place they should go,
But they needed to locate a flight.
They checked all the prices on Priceline.com
And found tickets were not at all cheap.
Agreeing to ponder it just a bit more,
The girls readied themselves for sleep.
Before they settled snug in their beds,
Cried Miss Piggy, with eyes shut tight,
“I wish we may, I wish we might….
Just travel to Venice tonight.”
Daisy Mae said to her dear Piggy Sue,
“Tomorrow, we’ll plan out our scheme.”
“Let’s think on it more in the morning, my friend.
Close your eyes now and dream a sweet dream.”
As they snuggled up under their covers that night,
Their minds slowly began to whirl.
Almost as soon as they started to snooze,
Their dreams began to unfurl.
Miss Daisy and Sue were suddenly shocked
As they stood in Venice, Italy.
They were waiting in line for a gondola ride,
As their tour guide entertained wittily.
Signore e Signori, I’m pleased you are here,
I consider it all a great joy.
To show you the sights of my beautiful land
Get on board; it is time to deploy.
So off they went in the long, black boat
Rowed by the skilled gondolier.
The canals, they discovered, are roads for the locals.
More boats than bikes are found here.
Daisy Mae and Miss Piggy saw interesting sites
On the Canal Grande as they rode.
From historic Doge’s Castle where dukes once ruled,
To the famous bridge, Ponte di Rialto
The gondolier serenaded them all with a song
And he docked his boat at the pier.
Miss Daisy and Piggy gave him a hug,
And cried, “We’re so glad to be here!”
“Now, on through the city we’ll go,” said the guide.
“We’ve plenty more places to see.
Saint Mark’s Basilica is up just ahead.
Remember to stay with me. “
Miss Piggy and Daisy were surprised and amazed
As they took their first steps inside.
Renowned for mosaics and floors made of marble,
Where the remains of St. Mark reside.
After an hour of gazing around,
The tour guide corralled his group.
“It’s time to move on, keep together, I say.”
To the next stop they started to troop.
Continuing on in Piazza San Marco,
They were led to a tall campanile. (kăḿpə-nḗlē)
Then riding a lift to the top of the tower,
They viewed the whole city quite freely.
The tour guide announced with a very wide grin,
You are in for a wonderful treat.
It is festival time in our fine little town
A grand party is held in our streets.
This event celebrates the passing of winter
And welcomes the coming of spring.
Many visitors travel to join Carnivale
With the fun and excitement it brings.
To the mask shop we’ll go for maschere to buy
Oh, it’s going to be so ever so grand!
We’ll dress up in costumes; confetti we’ll throw,
And parade down the street with a band.
So back down the tower they went in a hurry
To the heart of the city they ran.
They browsed through the stores, perfect costumes to buy
Hundreds of masks they did scan.
Piggy Sue picked one with a long feather plume
Covered with sparkles and lace.
And Daisy, of course, with her jovial self,
Choose one with a court jester’s face.
“Come now,” said the guide. “It’s time to get ready.
Outside the party’s begun.
We will take to the streets. Keep your eyes open wide.
There’s something for everyone.”
There were jugglers and clowns, fire eaters, and mimes,
Music and dancing galore.
Miss Piggy and Daisy were thrilled as they viewed
Things they had never witnessed before.
But, in the midst of the fun they were having,
There suddenly had quite a shock.
An alarm was sounding inside of their heads,
It came from a bedside clock.
Piggy opened her eyes, Daisy gave her a squint,
Saying, “Wow, I had quite a dream!”
“Me, too!” cried dear Piggy. “The best ever yet!”
And the girls, they started to beam.
Quite an adventure the two had that night.
A memory they’d always treasure.
They’d never forget all things that they saw.
Each remembrance filled them with pleasure.
The Adventures of Daisy Mae and Piggy Sue ( First grade class)
“Spring is Here”
This is the story of Miss Daisy Mae and her precious Piggy Sue.
Together they went. Where’ ere they would go, you wouldn’t see one but the two.
Miss Daisy Mae with her hair so brown would dress her dear piggy to go to the town.
Piggy Sue would just oink and wiggle her snout. She was just pleased to be out and about.
On March 21, twas the first day of spring, and Miss Daisy was ready for fun.
Piggy Sue had never seen spring before; her first birthday had not yet come.
Daisy Mae decided she’d spend the whole day showing Piggy the first signs of spring.
They both dressed alike in all pink and all white and began a new song to sing.
“Tra La la and He Ho. Together we go.
We’re best friends, for always and ever.
Adventures we find. Everywhere…every kind.
We’re just ‘two birds of a feather’.”
The first place they did go was Mrs. Hollopot’s garden to smell of her fresh daffodils.
The grand lady exclaimed, “I’m so glad that you came. You have given me such a great thrill!
From their long slender stem to their bright yellow cup, these flowers are wonderfully made.
The bulbs can be planted in early November. In the spring, they begin their parade.
Blooming in March, they spring forth without warning with color to warm any heart.
When you add them with tulips, lilacs, and zinnias, my garden’s a work of art.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Hollopot,” cried Daisy and Piggy. “Your flowers are truly a sight!
Their colors are lovely; their smells are divine. Our visit has been a delight.”
And on they did travel for a few minutes more until they reached Farmer Breeding’s
“Let’s stop,” said Miss Daisy. “To the barn we shall go.” And soon they started their singing.
“Tra La la and He Ho. Together we go.
We’re best friends, for always and ever.
Adventures we find. Everywhere…every kind.
We’re just ‘two birds of a feather’.”
Reaching the barnyard, they heard so much noise. Piggy asked Daisy, “What is the matter?”
“Don’t worry, Miss Piggy,” said sweet Daisy Mae. “It’s only the newborn chatter.”
In the stalls, they could see the new baby calves and foals staying close to their mothers.
The chicks freshly hatched, and turkeys’ new poults were chasing one after the other.
Farmer Breeding stopped by for a quick little chat, and he greeted his guests with a smile.
“I’m happy to see you Daisy Mae and Pig Sue. I hope you’ll stay for a while.
In the spring of the year, many young ones are born because the weather is warm.
Their chance for survival is much greater now. Even the bees add to their swarm.”
“Farmer Breeding, we love all the animals here. The babies are such little cuties!”
“They do keep me busy,” the farmer replied, “So I need to get back to my duties.
I’m sorry to run but there’s work to be done. There’s no time to rest for me here.
I’ve animals to feed and plenty of seeds to be sown once the fields have been cleared.”
“Thanks, Farmer Breeding!” said Daisy and Piggy. “We must be getting along.”
And they left with a wave as they went on their way, and they sang their favorite song.
“Tra La la and He Ho. Together we go.
We’re best friends, for always and ever.
Adventures we find. Everywhere…every kind.
We’re just ‘two birds of a feather.”
“Daisy Mae,” cried Piggy. “May I have a snack? I’m so hungry I fear that I’m starving.”
“Of course,” answered Daisy. “A picnic I’ve made, and I hope you’ll find it amazing.
It’s your birthday, you see, and I planned a surprise. All your favorites I hope that I’ve packed.
I’ve broccoli, asparagus, fresh new potatoes, and sweet corn, your most favorite snack.
I also brought fruit that has been freshly picked. Yes, spring is a wonderful time.
I’ve apples, bananas, fresh nectarines, and a watermelon right at its prime.”
Then, they sat in a spot underneath a shade tree and their picnic began to eat.
They talked, and they laughed. So much fun they did have. Their time together was sweet.
Piggy Sue started yawning. She was just a babe, and her nap was soon coming due.
“Oh sweet Piggy,” cried Daisy. “I see that you’re sleepy. There’s a bed at home waiting for you.
So home they did go. Their journey complete, for they saw the first signs of spring.
“What a grand day we had!” they each said to the other, and then they started to sing.
“Tra La la and He Ho. Together we go.
We’re best friends, for always and ever.
Adventures we find. Everywhere…every kind.
We’re just ‘two birds of a feather’.”
The chicks freshly hatched, and turkeys’ new poults were chasing one after the other.
Farmer Breeding stopped by for a quick little chat, and he greeted his guests with a smile.
I’m happy to see you Daisy Mae and Miss Piggy. I hope you’ll stay for a while.
“In the spring of the year, many young ones are born because the weather is warm.
Their chance for survival is much greater now, even the bees add to their swarm.
“Farmer Breeding, we love all the animals here. The babies are such little cuties!”
“They do keep me busy,” the farmer replied, “So I need to get back to my duties.”
“I’m sorry to run but there’s work to be done. There’s no time to rest for me here.
I’ve animals to feed and plenty of seeds to be sown once the fields have been cleared.”
“Thanks, Farmer Breeding!” said Daisy and Piggy, “We must be getting along.”
And they left with a wave as they went on their way, and they sang their favorite song.
“Tra La la and He Ho. Together we go.
We’re best friends, for always and ever.
Adventures we find. Everywhere…every kind.
We’re just ‘two birds of a feather’.”
