Moira Conway

April 13, 2013 § Leave a comment

A Night at the Library

It has to be dark for the party to start!
Small lights start to glow
As the library books throw
Shafts of moonlight down onto the floor.

With squeals of delight Noddy slides down his beam
With the bell on his hat ringing out to his team
The Famous Five join him with cheers and hurrahs
And Lightening McQueen is leading the cars
They were searching for Wally when up popped his hat
He’ll spend all night hiding this place and that.
Here come the Wombles with sacks full of rubbish
The librarians gone now need for hush.

Willy Wonker has chocolate he wants to share
Rupert and friends will soon be there.
Jolly Roger the pirate has brought his cutlass
To fight his way Through The Looking Glass.
C’mon Pepper Pig and Tombleboos too
Wake up the others there’s playing to do.
Hooray for the Umpas who lumpa and sing
Join the Hobbit and Elf to help find their ring.

Aslan makes a big leap so pleased to be free
For The Ice Queen is trapped in the wardrobe you see.
Peter Pan and the crocodile sit down for a tick
While The Young Magician shows them a trick.
Here comes Dora exploring again
First by Bugie the Copter then off by train.
Anne of Green Gables has come in for a chat
With The Chalet Girls, Annie and The Cat In A Hat.

Fairies and Princesses, Jack Horner and Humpty
Join the Trumpton band playing rumpety tumpety.
Popping out of his mill Windy Miller has buns
He made us a lot for our hungry tums
The Dwarves are hey hoing and Beauty’s awake
Buttons and Ciders are looking for cake
Peter Rabbit has carrots and Potter some pop
To The Secret Garden now off you hop.

Superman rescues the cat from the Well
And Hans Christian Anderson has stories to tell
The Mr Men Tickling and bumping around

Join Tracey Beaker playing in the dumping ground
The Owl and the Pussy Cat look for the sea
The Doormouse, Mad Hatter and Alice have tea
So come and join Bagpuss and Thomas train
Open some pages and join in the game

All day they tell stories to children for fun
Now it’s their turn to jump up and scamper and run.
For tomorrow as day breaks the librarian comes back
Turns the key In the lock and takes out her lunch pack
They’ll climb back on the shelf and wait patiently
For children to find them and unlock the key
To read and enjoy turn the pages and see
The magic of reading for you and for me.


Moira Conway

January 1, 2013 § Leave a comment

Library Preservation Society

(Sing to the tune of “this is the self preservation society” from “The Italian Job”)

This is the library preservation society
This is the library preservation society

Go wash your claggy hands, your grimey face too
Comb your shaggy hair we got a lot to do
Put on your swanky shirt and your Dad’s best tie
Cause time’s a hurrying by

Get your skates on Pete, get your skates on Kate
No ipod round your neck today, eh?
Walk your big flat feet to the library seat

This is the library preservation society
This is the library preservation society

Gotta get a friggin move on
Yabadaba yabadaba
Gotta get a friggin move on
Yabadaba yabadaba
Jump in the car drivin straight
Hurry up mate
– don’t wanna be late
Get your sister
Get your brother
Up for a fight
Gotta get a flamin move on

Library preservation society
This is the library preservation society
Put on your wooly socks and bother boots
Brush your teath and wear your bestest suit
Lots of lads and lasses you hear
Look alive and get over here

So get your skates on kidda, get your skates on our kid
Theres a rope around our necks today
Grab a book before they take them all away

This is the library preservation society
This is the library preservation society

Moira Conway

December 1, 2012 § Leave a comment

It Was a Dark and Stormy Night

A small girl battled against the wind and rain. She was wearing a double breasted raincoat black wellies and thick socks which had belonged to her brother. On her head she had a velour brimmed hat which she had inherited from her girl cousin. It kept her hair dry but water dripped off the brim onto her shoulders and the driving rain eventually soaked through her coat at the front.

Running down the hill she saw the street lights of the village, she didn’t have far to go. She was heading for the little wooden hut – it had a glow coming from the window showing there was someone inside. She lifted the latch on the door with the three feathers sign on it and went inside. It smelled of plimsolls – this was the scout hut where boys played British bulldog and swore to be true to God and Country and keep the Cub Scout Law. But for two hours once a fortnight they pulled back the curtains hiding the bookshelves and transformed it into the library. A visiting librarian sat at a table with her drawer of library cards and rubber stamps. Handing back “Five On Kirrin Island Again” she got the little cardboard envelope with her name on it and joined the huddle of boys and girls in the children’s corner. Squeezing through the other children she went up on her tip toes, reached up and took down “Five Go To The Seaside”.

At the librarian’s table she got the magic stamp and had the book to herself for a whole two weeks. Before stepping back out into the rain she tucked “The Famous Five”, Julian, Dick, Anne, George and Timmy, under her coat to protect them from the rain, pulled up her raincoat collar, put on the gloves hanging from the elastic round her neck and headed off back up the hill for home.

Sitting by the side of the fire warming her toes she made a list of the chapters and divided them by fourteen. She could read two chapters a day and three on Sunday.

Moira Conway

November 28, 2012 § 1 Comment

Living Books

If, as in “Fahrenheit 451”, books were forbidden and every one about to be burned, which book would you memorise to keep it alive?

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