Roald Dahl Day

By Kerry Curson Bluestone View

This Saturday is National Roald Dahl day. Just the name Roald Dahl conjures up the world famous illustrations of Quentin Blake, so largely associated with the legendary children’s writer and his books. Many adults today will still vividly remember their favourite of Dahl’s witty stories of escape and adventure. Last October, at 26 years of age, I myself got all giddy and excited at the opportunity to by the entire box set of Roald Dahl books in the sale at a book shop. All of which now sit proudly on my mantle piece like some kind of childhood trophy. I started reading Danny Champion of the World once more and even in adulthood it doesn’t cease to entertain.

Just yesterday, in a discussion with colleagues about which Roald Dahl story was the best I could confidently recite almost the entire Roald Dahl poem of Jack and the Bean Stalk. It’s probably ten years since I read it, but I absolutely adored it so much when I was younger, that I read it again, and again, and again. In homage to perhaps one of the greatest children’s writers of all time, and most certainly my favourite, I share with you, probably the best ever poem (or revolting rhyme as named by the author himself) of a children’s tale (as mentioned above) Jack and the Bean Stalk, in hope that perhaps if you or your little ones haven’t come across it yet, you too can fall in love with children’s literature all over again:

Jack's mother said, 'We're stony broke

'Go out and find some wealthy bloke

'Who'll buy our cow. Just say she's sound

'And worth at least a hundred pound.

'But don't you dare to let him know

'That she's as old as billy-o.'

Jack led the old brown cow away,

And came back later in the day,

And said, 'Oh mumsie dear, guess what

'Your clever little boy has got.

'I got, I really don't know how,

'A super trade-in for our cow.'

The mother said, 'You little creep,

'I'll bet you sold her much too cheap.'

When Jack produced one lousy bean,

His startled mother, turning green,

Leaped high up in the air and cried,

'I'm absolutely stupefied!

'You crazy boy! D'you really mean

'You sold our Daisy for a bean?'

She snatched the bean. She yelled, 'You chump!'

And flung it on the rubbish-dump.

Then summoning up all her power,

She beat the boy for half an hour,

Using (and nothing could be meaner)

The handle of a vacuum-cleaner.

At ten p.m. or thereabout,

The little bean began to sprout.

By morning it had grown so tall

You couldn't see the top at all.

Young Jack cried, 'Mum, admit it now!

'It's better than a rotten cow!'

The mother said, 'You lunatic!

, 'Where are the beans that I can pick?

'There's not one bean! It's bare as bare!'

'No no!' cried Jack. 'You look up there!

'Look very high and you'll behold

'Each single leaf is solid gold!'

By gollikins, the boy was right!

Now, glistening in the morning light,

The mother actually perceives

A mass of lovely golden leaves!

She yells out loud, 'My sainted souls!

'I'll sell the Mini, buy a Rolls!

'Don't stand and gape, you little clot!

'Get up there quick and grab the lot!'

Jack was nimble, Jack was keen.

He scrambled up the mighty bean.

Up up he went without a stop,

But just as he was near the top,

A ghastly frightening thing occurred -

Not far above his head he heard

A big deep voice, a rumbling thing

That made the very heavens ring.

It shouted loud, 'FEE FI FO FUM



Jack was frightened, Jack was quick,

And down he climbed in half a tick.

'Oh mum!' he gasped. 'Believe you me

'There's something nasty up our tree!

'I saw him, mum! My gizzard froze!

'A Giant with a clever nose!'

'A clever nose!' his mother hissed.

'You must be going round the twist!'

'He smelled me out, I swear it, mum!

'He said he smelled an Englishman!'

The mother said, 'And well he might!

'I've told you every single night

'To take a bath because you smell,

'But would you do it? Would you hell!

'You even make your mother shrink

'Because of your unholy stink!'

Jack answered, 'Well, if you're so clean

'Why don't you climb the crazy bean.'

The mother cried, 'By gad, I will!

'There's life within the old dog still!'

She hitched her skirts above her knee

And disappeared right up the tree.

Now would the Giant smell his mum?

Jack listened for the fee-fo-fum.

He gazed aloft. He wondered when

The dreaded words would come. . . And then. . .

From somewhere high above the ground

There came a frightful crunching sound.

He heard the Giant mutter twice,

'By gosh, that tasted very nice.

'Although' (and this in grumpy tones)

'I wish there weren't so many bones.'

'By Christopher!' Jack cried. 'By gum!

'The Giant's eaten up my mum!

'He smelled her out! She's in his belly!

'I had a hunch that she was smelly.'

Jack stood there gazing longingly

Upon the huge and golden tree.

He murmured softly, 'Golly-gosh,

. 'I guess I'll have to take a wash

'If I am going to climb this tree

'Without the Giant smelling me.

'In fact, a bath's my only hope. . .'

He rushed indoors and grabbed the soap

He scrubbed his body everywhere.

He even washed, and rinsed his hair.

He did his teeth, he blew his nose

And went out smelling like a rose.

Once more he climbed the mighty bean.

The Giant sat there, gross, obscene,

Muttering through his vicious teeth

(While Jack sat tensely just beneath),

Muttering loud, 'FEE FI FO FUM,


Jack waited till the Giant slept,

Then out along the boughs he crept

And gathered so much gold, I swear

He was an instant millionaire.

'A bath,' he said, 'does seem to pay.

'I'm going to have one every day.'


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