lITTLE BUNNY FOO FOO

Little Bunny Foo Foo
Written By: Unknown, Copyright: Unknown

Little Bunny Foo Foo,
Hopping through the forest
Scooping up the field mice
And boppin’ ‘em on the head

Down came the good fairy and she said

“Little Bunny Foo Foo,
I don’t want to see you

FIELD MICE

The next day:

BUNNY

Down came the good fairy and she said

“Little Bunny Foo Foo,
I don’t want to see you
Scooping up the field mice
And boppin’ ‘em on the head.
I’ll give you two more chances,
And if you don’t behave
I’ll turn you into a goon!”

The next day:

Little Bunny Foo Foo,
Hopping through the forest
Scooping up the field mice
And boppin’ ‘em on the head

Down came the good fairy and she said

“Little Bunny Foo Foo,
I don’t want to see you
Scooping up the field mice
And boppin’ ‘em on the head.
I’ll give you one more chance,
And if you don’t behave
I’ll turn you into a goon!”

The next day:

Little Bunny Foo Foo,
Hopping through the forest

MICE

Down came the good fairy and she said

“Little Bunny Foo Foo,
I don’t want to see you
Scooping up the field mice
And boppin’ ‘em on the head.
I gave you three chances
And you didn’t behave

LITTLE FAIRY

GOON

The moral of the story is:
HARE TODAY, GOON TOMORROW

Sree Poornathrayeesa Temple, Tripunithura, Kochi, Kerala
Sree Poornathrayeesa Temple is situated in Tripunithura, 10 km to the south-east of Kochi city, in Ernakulam District of Kerala. The temple enshrines Santhanagopala Murthy or Santhana Gopala Moorthy as the presiding deity. Santhanagopalamoorthy which literally means “savior of infants” is an incarnation of Lord Mahavishnu. Lord Vishnu is seen here in a sitting posture under the shade of five hoods of Ananthan. This is a unique pose unlike the other Vishnu temples where the Lord is usually found in a reclining posture on the divine serpent, Anantha. The folded body of the serpent itself serves as the seat for the God. The two upper hands of Lord Vishnu hold Sanku (conch) and Chakram (holy wheel) and the lower right hand holds the Padmam (Lotus flower).

On the back side of Sreekovil, there is a small window from where devotees can get a close look at the idol of Santhana Gopala Moorthy of Sree Poornathrayeesa Temple. Devotees can also have a look at the idol of Lord Ganapathi on the extreme south side of the sanctum-sanctorum. It must be noted that, besides the idol of Lord Ganesha, no other Upadevatas are worshipped at Sree Poornathrayeesa Temple.

SANTHANAGOPALA MURTHY

Poornathrayeesa is the combination of 3 words – ‘poorna’ means complete, ‘thraye’ means three, and ‘isa’ means Iswara which means the Lord of Knowledge, or the Lord of the Three Vedas – Rig Veda, Yajur Veda and Sama Veda. Lord Poornathrayeesa is the family deity of the erstwhile Kochi dynasty. It is believed that childless couples are blessed with children on worshipping Sree Poornathrayeesan as the Lord is in the form of Lord Santhana Gopalakrishna.

Temple festival Tripunithura

Traditions say that Lord Vishnu offered the idol of Sree Poornathrayeesa to Arjuna (the third of the five Pandava brothers), when he sought the help of the Lord to give rebirth to the ten children of a Brahmin. The ten children and the sacred idol were taken by Arjuna in his chariot and he handed over the children to the Brahmin. In memory of this event, a temple was built with a sanctum-sanctorum in the form of a chariot. Lord Ganesh was sent by Arjuna to search a holy place for the installation of Lord Vishnu. Earlier, the idol was kept in a palace which is situated at the west of the main temple and now it is known as Poonithura Kottaram.

Lord Ganesh, who was attracted by the holiness of the ancient Vedic Village, Poornavedapuram (now Tripunithura), tried to occupy the place for himself. However, Arjuna pushed him away to the southern side of the sanctum and installed his idol there. This is different from the usual custom, where Lord Ganesh has a separate shrine at the south-western side of the inner prakaram. As the place was bounded by mustard fields, Arjuna used some mustard seeds to get oil for lighting lamp. You can see a Valia Vilakku situated in front of the idol. Folks say that the burnt oil of this traditional lamp contains medicinal value.

festival at Tripunithura

Legends reveal that Sree Poornathrayeesa is the elder brother of the Goddesses of Chottanikkara and Pishari temples. It is also believed that the Lord was married to a Namboothiri girl, Nangema, from Vadakkedathu Mana. During the annual temple festival occasions, deities from Perumthrikovil (Lord Shiva) and Pishari kovil (Lakshmi) visit here for a combined procession. This is locally called as Sankara Narayana Vilakku (Shiva and Vishnu) and Laksmi Narayana Vilakku (Goddess Lakshmi and Lord Vishnu). The Aarattu (the holy bath of the deity) of Sree Poornathrayeesa takes place at the temple pond of Chakkamkulangara Shiva Temple, which is situated north-east to Sree Poornathrayeesa Temple.

Temple Offerings

There is a Keda Vilakku (lamp which burns always) which is said to be the first lamp lit by Arjuna during the original consecration of the idol. Arjuna collected some gingely seeds and made oil out of the seeds to light the lamp. In memory of this event, the Lord is offered ‘Olpenna” (offering of gingely oil) which is considered as the most important Vazhipadu (offering) in this temple.

Sree Poornathrayeesa Temple Festivals

Moosari Utsavam

The beginning of Malayalam year is marked here with an eight-day long festival which is dedicated to the sculptor who had molded the idol of Sree Poornathrayeesan. Folklores say that the sculptor merged himself with the Lord while giving life to that beautiful idol and so the eyes of the image were left unveiled. This festival comes every year during Aug-Sept.

This is the sad story of a pretty girl who became a chicken.
Puja loved chicken wings especially buffalo chicken wings with plenty of cayenne pepper sauce. She loved to eat it in the morning, for lunch, afternoon tea and dinner. She begged her mother to permit her to eat chicken wings, when she was watching children’s TV shows. Mother flatly refused permission, because in her excitement of watching the horrible children’s TV shows Puja was sure to smear the red gravy on the sofa covers. She had the nasty habit of thumping a big cushioned chair with her legs every thirty seconds. Since the floor was made of wooden boards it sounded like the rhythmic beating of the drums by the red Indians when they wished to call other tribes for a ‘pow wow’. It drove her grandpa crazy.

Her grandpa who was a great magician was alarmed to see Puja’s addiction to chicken wings. He found Puja’s method of eating chicken wings gross. She used to smear a lot of yoghurt on the chicken wings and then slurp it up. Her lips and mouth were smeared with the red gravy which made her look like a fierce carnivorous animal which had slaughtered and eaten its prey in the raw.
Grandpa sensed that the chickens were indeed alarmed at the rate their numbers were being reduced.

So when Puja had gone to the Norman E. Day school, grandpa went to his room upstairs and locked the door. He then drew a magic circle and did some incantations.

Hail, Angel of the East, Power of Air! I invoke you and call you,
Be here now!
Hail, Angel of the South, Power of Fire!
I invoke you and call you,
Be here now!
Hail, Angel of the West, Power of Water!
I invoke you and call you,
Be here now!
Hail, Angel of the North, Power of Earth!
I invoke you and call you,
Be here now!
The circle is cast.
Lend Your power to the circle,
That what be cast is done as asked,
And harm shall come to none!
Grandpa used black pearl, sulfurous ash and spider’s web to cast his spell.
He invoked the angels of the North, South, East and West to come and help him.
Soon a wispy smoke curled up from the magic circle. Grandpa continued to chant the mystic words:
Ickken, hicken, spirits of chicken
Tell me your sorrows
Tell me your horrors
Angels four will hear
And find an answer true.

Soon the shapes of four beautiful little angels could be seen. They were the angels of the North, South, East and West. The angel of the North wore a silvery gown and she had a magic wand in her hand. The other angels wore shimmering dresses with stars in them.

Grandpa bowed down to the Angels. The Angel of the North asked him,”Oh! Great Magician, why have you beckoned us. What is the problem?”
Grandpa wiped the sweat from his brow and said,”Oh! Angel of the North. I have a problem with my grand daughter. The chickens are also having a painful problem. You see, this little girl is addicted to eating chicken wings tossed in cayenne hot sauce, in the morning, afternoon, evening and night. The chickens feel at this rate there will be no chickens left in Massachusetts.”
“Why don’t you tell the child to stop eating chicken wings?” the Angel from the South asked in an angry tone.
“I am afraid she doesn’t listen to me.”
“How about a good spanking?”
“Good idea. But in this country she will dial 911 and a bunch of fat policemen will land on top of my head and haul me up to the station.”
“What is this magic number 911?”
“It is not a magic number, it is the emergency number of the local police.”

The angel of the East said,” You have stated your case. Do you have any witnesses.”
“I have. May I call them?”
Grandpa stepped out of the door and yelled,”All witnesses please step in please.”
Ash the timid cat, Bella the cunning cat, a mourning dove, three blue jays, one chipping sparrow, three chipmunks, one squirrel and dozen chicken trooped in

“Will you tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?” the Angel of the West asked in a stern voice.
The witnesses answered in a chorus, “Yes.”
Ash the timid cat, was moving around in circles. This annoyed the Angel of the South, who was quite short tempered.
“What are you doing you stupid cat.” She yelled.
This only made Ash go round in circles still faster.
“Dear Angel madam, I get frightened easily. When I am frightened I must go to my litter box. I get an upset stomach.”

“Have you seen Puja eating a lot of chicken wings?”
“Yes. She eats it all the time. Her face will be smeared with the red sauce.Oh! My! It looked just like blood.”

“What else does she do?”
“She sits in her room and watches children’s TV programmes. She shrieks in her excitement and bangs on a soft foot stool every thirty seconds. She runs around the house saying …’La la la la la….LA, LA, LA, LA…..OOooooh Aah’. It sounds just like the war cry of the Apache red Indians after they have scalped their enemy. My grandma who came visiting one day told me that this is a war cry of the red Indians. She was so scared she left in a jiffy, swishing her tail like a windshield wiper, swearing that this papoose was surely a red Indian.”


“That is not a war cry. It is called ululating. Indian women do it when they are happy or hungry. Puja’s parents are from India” Bella the clever cat interrupted Ash. “But Angel Madam, when I hear it I get frightened. Her face with the red sauce smeared all over terrifies me. Many times I had run off into the thick jungle just behind Puja’s house. But I always came back in the night because I was more scared of the coyotes. Grandpa used to be annoyed with me. To make him happy I always caught a juicy field mouse and dropped it on his lap. He never once said thanks. He only said -YUK!”


The blue jays, the dove, the chipmunk and the squirrel all supported what the cats said. The chicken ran around in circles terrified by the girl who ate lots of chicken wings every day. The angels patted the chickens and told them to go home and not to fear the dreadful girl.
“What shall we do?” the angels from the South, East and West asked their leader the angel from the North.
“She will understand the pain and horror only If she herself becomes a chicken- at least for a few days.”

Grandpa liked the idea very much.
“Puja’s parents are going to Utah to see their relatives. Her uncle and aunt are there. They will be gone for a couple of days.”
“So be it. During the weekend we will transform Puja into a fat chicken. Grandpa can make her a girl once again on Monday morning before she goes to school. I will tell you the spell to make her a chicken. Chant:
Ooo la la la laaa la
Chicken dickens lickens
Change to a chicken hoo ha
Fat and juicy Ooo la .

And the counter spell to transform her back to a little girl will be:

“Growl and grumble
Laugh and chuckle
Cut off the crown
Cut off the beak
Mix it with sauce
And plenty of cheese
Sprinkle it on the girl
See the change!”

The Angel of the North turned to Grandpa and said,” This will be a shock treatment for the girl. I am sure she will mend her ways.”

On Friday evening Puja’s parents drove off to Manchester airport to catch a flight to Salt lake city. Puja was now in the care of the Gujarati nanny and grandpa. In the night as usual she shrieked that she wanted buffalo chicken and plenty of yoghurt. Grandpa tried to persuade her to eat some delicious noodles or a pepperoni pizza, but she stuck to her demand for chicken wings.
‘That is it” said a furious grandpa, on Saturday morning I am going to transform her into a fat chicken.

It was a wonderful morning. The sunlight streamed through her bed room window. The air was crisp and cold. The lawn was freshly mowed and look like a green carpet. But Puja was fast asleep. Her grandpa came to her room and did the magic chant. The moment he sprinkled the magic potion on her, she slowly became transformed into a big fat chicken. The feathers were white and she had a nice red comb on the head and wattles. The chicken tossed and turned on the bed for some time and then woke up.
She waddled down to the bathroom and tried to get the tooth brush. Then she saw her image in the mirror and shrieked in terror. Because she was a chicken the only sound that came out was loud cackling.

She hastily put on her skirt and T shirt and balanced her spectacles with great difficulty on her beak. She went off to have breakfast. To her horror she found chicken wings and legs in a big box on the dining table.
“I can’t eat them.” She cried.
“How about going out on the lawn Miss Chicken Wing” grandpa said.”After yesterday night’s showers the lawn is all wet. There must be a lot of juicy grubs and insects there. I can give you some fresh wheat and barley to peck on.”
“Yuk! Eat grubs? How awful” said chicken wings.
“Well they are the favourite food of chicken.” Grandpa retorted.
Miss Chicken Wings huffed and puffed and walked in to her baby brother’s bedroom. She took the little fellow in her wings and held him close to her chest.

Sanjay got so frightened he started crying. Grandpa took him in his hands and consoled him. Hearing his cries the Gujarati nanny came rushing in. Seeing a big fat chicken in the room made the old lady hysterical.
“Kya ho raha hai” she shouted in her native language.
Grandpa told her that he will explain everything later and asked her to go and take rest in her own room upstairs. She went up to her room, burnt some agarbatti and prayed fervently to all her Gods, to save her from the fat chicken downstairs.
Miss Chicken Wings settled down in her comfortable chair in front of the TV set and switched on her favourite channel. She tried to shriek and yell as was her custom, but only a cackling sound came out. She suddenly found the regular TV channel programs dull and switched over to the new one titled ‘Animal Farm’. She couldn’t thump on the little cushioned sofa with her chicken legs.
Grandpa found that communication with Miss Chicken Wings was difficult. So he cast another spell, to enable her to talk.
He sat next to her and asked in a persuasive manner,”Hi Miss Chicken Wings, you have lovely chicken wings. Fat and scrunchy. How about sparing one for my lunch or dinner. I will cut off the tip of the wing and chop the wing into two halves. Add ground pepper and sprinkle some salt on it. I will heat the oil in a deep fat fryer until it pops and sizzles. I will continue to cook till the wings are crisp and golden. I will pour the sauce on the cooked chicken wing. Yummy, it will be delicious.”
“Eek “said Miss Chicken Wings. “It will hurt. You are a horrible old man.”

For the next two days, poor miss Chicken Wings spend her whole time in the lawn and the little forest behind the house. She was scared whether the coyotes will catch her. In the night she slept on the play house cabin. Grandpa kept looking at her fat chicken wings and was drooling. The nanny took the baby to her room and looked after him there. She flatly refused to let the fat Miss Chicken Wings into the house. The blue jays, the robins, chipping sparrows, squirrels and mourning doves came to visit her in the play house. Miss Chicken Wings had a strong suspicion that they were laughing at her. “What nonsense. Of course birds don’t laugh.” said Chicken Wings to herself.

Bella the cunning cat managed to hood wink grandpa and go out of the house. She chased Miss Chicken Wings who had to take shelter in the top deck of the play house.
Her two days of misery ended on Monday morning. Grandpa had taken her to her room on Saturday night and she slept on her bed. In the morning just before sunrise Grandpa came to her room and chanted the magic words and sprinkled the magic powders on her and she was transformed back into a pretty little girl.

On Monday morning when she came for breakfast she was a different girl. She looked at Grandpa and he winked at her. The secret was theirs to keep.
“What will you have for lunch Miss?” the nanny asked.
“I would like to eat a lobster sandwich or scallops and French fries. Anything except chicken wings.”
Puja’s father and mother were pleasantly surprised.
“Are you quitting eating your favourite dish.”
“I think I must give the chickens a reprieve. I love chicken. I hate eating chicken wings.” Laughed Puja.
“Well Puja dear. ” Said grandpa.”You should learn to control your addiction. Too much of anything is bad. I hope you have learnt that lesson. If you are a good girl I will ltake you to Buffalo, next Labor Day, to see the Annual Chicken Wing Eating Contest. Last year a girl won the first prize defeating 12 hunky males. Would you like to try your luck”
“Yuk!” said Puja.

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Cats and rabbits
Would reside in fancy little houses
And be dressed in shoes and hats and trousers
In a world of my own

All the flowers
Would have very extra special powers
They would sit and talk to me for hours
When I’m lonely in a world of my own

There’d be new birds
Lots of nice and friendly howdy-do birds
Everyone would have a dozen bluebirds
Within that world of my own

I could listen to a babbling brook
And hear a song that I could understand
I keep wishing it could be that way
Because my world would be a Wonderland

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one birthday
one birthday every year
but there are 364 un birthdays
that is why we are all gathered here

a very merry unbirthday to all
to all
a very merry unbirthday to all
to all
thats how we sing the day away
a verry merry unbirthday
to all

“Will you walk a little faster?” Said a whiting to a snail
There’s a porpoise close behind us
And he’s gaining on my tail.

See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance.
They are waiting on the shingle.
Will you come and join the dance.

Will you, won’t you,
Will you, won’t you,
Will you, won’t you, join the dance?

Will you, won’t you,
Will you, won’t you,
Won’t you, will you, join the dance?

When clouds go rolling by
They roll away and leave the sky
Where is the land beyond the eye
That people cannot see

Where can it be?

Cats and rabbits
Would reside in fancy little houses
And be dressed in shoes and hats and trousers
In a world of your own

All the flowers
would have extra-special powers
They could sit and talk to me for hours
When I am lonely
in a world of your own.

Flamingo, with your tropical hue
For it’s you I rely on
And the love that is true

The wind sings a song to you as you go
The song that I hear below
The murmuring heart

Flamingo, when the sun meets the sea
Say farewell to my lover
And hasten to me

Aah-ooh, aah-ooh, ooh-ooh
Flamingo….
Flamingo….

(Instrumental Break)

Flamingo, when the sun meets the sea
Say farewell to my lover
And hasten to me