GRANDPA GREYBEARD AND THE GOLDEN BICYCLETTE

GRANDPA GREYBEARD AND THE GOLDEN BICYCLETTE

 

Long ago and far away in Boogie Woogie land in a tiny little cottage named Weathercock there lived an old man, Grandpa Greybeard with his wifey Matilda. Grandpa Greybeard was a rosy bespectacled grisly old man and was always so busy in his inventions that he could spare not time, to help poor old grandma.

Matilda had to do all the daily household chores herself, wash the pots and pans, paint the walls, tend to the gardens, mend the old buckets and knobs and the rickety old tables and chairs too. While Grandpa Greybeard always burbled with excitement about his latest wheels within wheels, his magic lantern, kaleidoscope, binoculars and telescope and also the clocks and the fans. He was also such a versatile man indeed cause he also played the bongo, viola and trumpet.

Matilda was so annoyed with the din he created that both would have a tussle and scuffle and Matilda would then sing him this song,

Tut, tut, tut

Grandpa Greybeard and dear old me

Are always in a box and cox

And I say my poor old hubby’s gone gaga

Tut tut

Poor old Granpa Greybeard would blubber and mumble these lines all day long,

One day I’ll be a bobby-dazzler

You’ll see

Cause I’ll make a flying golden bicyclette,

For you and me!

Matilda would sarcastically jeer at poor old Grandpa Greybeard calling him an old turkey buzzard.

Now while Grandpa Greybeard fixed the screws and bolts to make the golden bicyclette he hummed this funny song,

Tweedle Dum Dee

Twi-twy

I like to hootenanny

While I fit the spoke wheels

The two tyres, the gear box

With the two rear view mirrors

The handlebar and the two pedals

The pair of ding dong, bing bong bells

The soft spongy cushion and then

Splash a little golden paint

Tweedle Dum Dee

Twi-Twy

And Lo! When Grandpa Greybeard pumped air into the golden bicyclette, it floated in the air.

Grandpa Greybeard exclaimed with glee “Gee Gee Whillikins!” and sat on the cushioned seat. Matilda waved him bon voyage and Grandpa Greybeard bicycled into the thick foggy clouds and reached a beautiful island. There he saw a pretty little fairy with an owl perched upon her dainty little shoulders.

No sooner did Grandpa Greybeard introduce himself, than the fairy and her owl hooted and sang,

Tutty-Frutty

Tu-whit, Tu-whoo

We are your bon homie friends

Fairy Boomerang and her wise owl Boo-Book

And this is our Bon-Ton island Wiseacre

So dear old Grandpa Greybeard

Chose either gold, silver bullions or youth

Whatever you may wish

Tutty-Frutty

Tu-whit, Tu-whoo

Grandpa Greybeard was overjoyed and chose youth. Fairy Boomerang gave him three candy flowers from the candy tuft and three black berries from the bramble bush and Boom! Grandpa’s grisly greybeard turned into a glossy black one. Grandpa now, Mr. Blackbeard happily thanked Fairy Boomerang and her wise owl Boo-Book and pedaled back to his homeland Boogie-Woogie. As soon as Grandpa Mr. Blackbeard reached his little cottage Weathercock, he sang this sweet song to Matilda,

My dearest wifey

Let bygones be bygones

Let’s forgive and forget

Cause to err is but human

So come fly with me

On my golden bicyclette

And I’ll pedal you

To the Bon-Ton island, Wiseacre

Where Fairy Boomerang and her wise owl Boo-Book

Will make you young forever!

So together they flew on the golden bicyclette and Grandpa Mister Blackbeard came down with his young wife Matilda.

In the end they celebrated their three hundredth tercentenary anniversary by exchanging gifts to each other. Matilda stitched beautifully with black and white threads along the wift and the waft of the woven tapestry these golden words for her hubby, “Youth is the spring tide of life”

Grandpa Mr. Blackbeard, now helped his wifey to cook, clean and swab and do the daily household chores spreading her lovely golden message by printing pamphlets in black and white letters for his great grandchildren to read, which read this verse,

Flicker and flutter

Shuffle and shake

Tremble and trotter

Remember my tiny tots

Quicksilver, Mercury and Shifting sands

When you are ripe of age

That

‘Youth Is the Spring Tide Of Life’

So, vary and waver

Oscillate and Vacillate

They even lived upto their five hundredth quincentenary anniversary!