All this painting has made me feel creative. So I got out the watercolours and have made some stick puppets to illustrate a recital of A. A. Milne’s poem The King’s Breakfast.

Lauren painting with watercolours, April 2012
This is my first attempt at watercolour painting. I have no idea about proper techniques, but I enjoy using a brush like this.

Brioni paints, April 2012
Brioni asks to join in the painting, and she helps with the grass on the background scene.

It was fun doing the artwork, and now the puppets and their sets are finished. Johnny and I have practised our performance, but it hasn’t yet been the right time for our puppet show.

King and Queen puppets, April 2012
All that's on the king's mind is a bit of butter on his bread.

Dairy maid and cow, April 2012
The dairy maid makes enquiries of the cow, who politely suggests marmalade.

Here’s the poem: The King’s Breakfast

The King asked
The Queen, and
The Queen asked
The Dairymaid:
“Could we have some butter for
The Royal slice of bread?”
The Queen asked the Dairymaid,
The Dairymaid
Said, “Certainly,
I’ll go and tell the cow
Before she goes to bed.”

The Dairymaid
She curtsied,
And went and told
The Alderney:
“Don’t forget the butter for
The Royal slice of bread.”
The Alderney
Said sleepily:
“You’d better tell
His Majesty
That many people nowadays
Like marmalade

The Dairymaid
Said, “Fancy!”
And went to
Her Majesty.
She curtsied to the Queen, and
She turned a little red:
“Excuse me,
Your Majesty,
For taking of
The liberty,
But marmalade is tasty, if
It’s very

The Queen said
And went to
His Majesty:
“Talking of the butter for
The royal slice of bread,
Many people
Think that
Is nicer.
Would you like to try a little

The King said,
And then he said,
“Oh, deary me!”
The King sobbed, “Oh, deary me!”
And went back to bed.
He whimpered,
“Could call me
A fussy man;
I only want
A little bit
Of butter for
My bread!”

The Queen said,
“There, there!”
And went to
The Dairymaid.
The Dairymaid
Said, “There, there!”
And went to the shed.
The cow said,
“There, there!
I didn’t really
Mean it;
Here’s milk for his porringer,
And butter for his bread.”

The Queen took
The butter
And brought it to
His Majesty;
The King said,
“Butter, eh?”
And bounced out of bed.
“Nobody,” he said,
As he kissed her
“Nobody,” he said,
As he slid down the banisters,
My darling,
Could call me
A fussy man – BUT
I do like a little bit of butter to my bread!”

Don’t you think this is a most excellent poem for a puppet show? I can’t wait to show it to our children!