Bibil The Babel

A rhyming children's story

 

Bibil The Babel

 

Bibil blinked quickly

Like tired Babels you know.

He could not see his toes

Nor even his nose

Not even the swing

That hung in his lair

Nor even the ring

He had left on his chair

Till he stretched out his arms

And pushed out his legs

To open the drawer

That served as his bed.

With a snort he rolled out

And fell “clunk” on the floor,

Rubbed one hand cross his snout

Then pulled open the door.

Outside Bibil’s lair

For as far as you’d see

Were more burrows of Babels

As sleepy as he.

“Time to rise!” said the Sun

As it climbed up the sky.

“Time to eat babel porridge

and get ready to fly.”

So Bibil the Babel

Blinked once or twice more

Blew a kiss to the sun

And stepped out through the door.

 

He ate bowls of porridge,

The blue-painted kind

That gets its fine color

From blueberry brine.

Then he pulled out some carrots

Right there in his yard.

He sliced them and juiced them.

It’s not very hard.

Now with porridge for flying

And carrots to see

He could almost take off now

To go visit Dee.

Just rinse his air goggles

And brush out his teeth

Gel up his great forelock

And Bibil’s complete.

 

Now babels are funny

In how they take off.

They don’t get all runny

Or start with a cough.

Their two great brown wings

Start out looking like ears,

Then boing out on blue springs

And whip wild through the air.

Bibil rubbed his belly

And those ears grew so fast

His eyes now red jelly

And the wings whipped at last.

He rose a brown whirlwind

With blue springs and red eyes

Till the burrows were green pins

As he swiftly flew by.

 

And he swirled and he turned

And he twirled upside down

For Bibil the Babel

Loved being a clown.

But in his air dancing

He hardly could see

Flying way off to one side

Was his dear sweet friend Dee.

Of course Dee kept on flying

In her own flippy flops

Sliding and gliding

With her own bottom on top.

They just kept on going

In their opposite directions

Without ever noticing

Each friend’s own reflection.

 

Bibil flew past the fire tower

With a sweet loop-de-loop,

Then flew past great blue flowers

While his snout gave a “toot!”

Bibil’s wings kept on whipping

As he glided his way

Toward Dee’s wee green burrow looming

By the edge of the bay.

 

He saw her red rose hips

So he made his last turn

And did one last back flip

Above her garden of ferns.

Just ten feet from her front stoop

His wings boinged back in.

He alit with a great “whoop!”

Then whoop-whooped again.

 

“Diddle Dee! Diddle Dee!”

He called at her furry green door,

But she said not a peep,

So he bellowed once more.

He knocked and he snorted

And he stomped and he cried,

Then he sat sad and worried

With no Dee safe inside.

He stayed a while quite unhappy

“Dee’s always here” he spoke twice.

But today she just wasn’t

And his tears burned like ice.

Bibil turned then to fly back

And “sploot!” out came his wings

With his snoutish jowls sadly slack

As he rose with his fine blue springs.

His red eyes swelled with sorrow

And his twirls were slower by far

He was sure that Dee didn’t like him

Or at least not any more.

 

Down by the lake side of town

Right outside Bibil’s burrow

Dee’s mouth wore a frown

And her forehead a furrow.

She had hoped to surprise him

But no one was home.

Her plans were all broken

As she sat there alone.

His big berry table sat lonely,

His purple dishes all cleaned.

Dee’s fun plans were slowly

Becoming a furry bad dream.

But then she remembered

Today was the day

That Bibil had promised

To visit her home by the bay.

 

She sprouted her wings out

And rose super fast

Her wings whipping and whirling

As she made her mad dash.

Like a red rocket she rose up

Then raced forward again

She was hoping she’d catch up

To Bibil but then

With a whirl and a boing

And two cries and some tears

Dee and Bibil crashed headlong

Snout to snout ear to ear.

For a second they stumbled

Like they’d crash to the ground

But then got unjumbled

And saw whom they’d found.

 

The friends landed and talked

In a whirlwind of wings.

They hugged and they squawked

Till noon bells came to ring.

Though each had been sad

And a little mad too

Bibil and Dee talked enough

To know what they should do.

They decided to call up

On the babelaphone

At least just to check up

To see who was at home.

But they also decided

Surprises were great

Even if sometimes

They make visits late.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Krystal Waters]

Hey this is really good! I think I'll have my daughter read this. It reads like Dr. Suess in a strange way which makes it fun to read. (The child in me) lol There really needs to be a new Dr. Suess! When you get the pictures in there it will open up the entire book to a wonderland.
Great choice of words and it all works together. Thumbs up!!!

Krystal