Delicate Cherry Blossom

This is the proper cherry tree in the garden...last year it fruited tens of cherries and this year I think there might well be hundreds. The birds always get them first, of course!

Glorious day again, weather wise, so I cycled to and from work and then went with Rowan to speech therapy in the afternoon. I always think how difficult the English language must be for children to learn so I thought I would share this poem with you all today which is by Dr John C Woods.

The Craziest Language

We'll begin with a box and the plural is boxes;
But the plural of ox is oxen not oxes.
Then one fowl is a goose but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men
Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?

If I spoke of my foot and show you my feet,
And if I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that and three would be those,
Yet hat, in the plural, would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats not cose.

We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But although we say Mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him
But imagine the feminine she, shis and shim.
So English, I fancy you all will agree
Is the craziest language you ever did see!