{"id":7372,"date":"2020-05-14T12:54:30","date_gmt":"2020-05-14T16:54:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/w1.loganberrybooks.com\/stumpthebookseller\/?p=7372"},"modified":"2023-10-31T17:14:59","modified_gmt":"2023-10-31T21:14:59","slug":"339q-my-house-is-cozy-bedtime-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/w1.loganberrybooks.com\/stumpthebookseller\/339q-my-house-is-cozy-bedtime-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"339Q: My House is Cozy &#8211; Bedtime Poem (Solved)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<div>I was born in the late 70&#8217;s and my mom used to recite a bedtime poem to us each night. I can remember three different verses:<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Opening verse:<\/div>\n<div>My house is cozy warm and wide.<\/div>\n<div>It has the nicest things inside&#8230;<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>A knife, a fork, a yellow cup,<\/div>\n<div>For drinking all my cocoa up&#8230;<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Closing verse:<\/div>\n<div>Outside my window I can see,<\/div>\n<div>The moon and stars shine down on me.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Basically the poem was a tour of a child&#8217;s home. I believe there was a stop in the kitchen, bathroom then finally the bedroom. I don&#8217;t believe it was an original work, and seem to recall my mom saying that she got it from a book, although I don&#8217;t ever remember her reading it to&nbsp;us. She was born in the 50&#8217;s, so it could be from her childhood. My uncle (her youngest brother) was 10 years older than me, and it may have been a book from him that arrived in disrepair and so she memorized it to recite. My thought is that it is from a compilation\/treasury of bedtime poems\/rhymes\/stories between 1950 and 1980. Googling hasn&#8217;t yielded anything. On a whim, I recently purchased Rene Cloke&#8217;s Bedtime Book to see if it was from there, but it wasn&#8217;t.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Thank you for any help you can provide! We lost our mom 4 years ago and I would love to find the source of this to share with my brothers and sister.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was born in the late 70&#8217;s and my mom used to recite a bedtime poem to us each night. I can remember three different verses: Opening verse: My house is cozy warm and wide. It has the nicest things inside&#8230; A knife, a fork, a yellow cup, For drinking all my cocoa up&#8230; Closing [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9,10,11,12,14,18],"tags":[104],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/w1.loganberrybooks.com\/stumpthebookseller\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7372"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/w1.loganberrybooks.com\/stumpthebookseller\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/w1.loganberrybooks.com\/stumpthebookseller\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/w1.loganberrybooks.com\/stumpthebookseller\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/w1.loganberrybooks.com\/stumpthebookseller\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7372"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/w1.loganberrybooks.com\/stumpthebookseller\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7372\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9756,"href":"http:\/\/w1.loganberrybooks.com\/stumpthebookseller\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7372\/revisions\/9756"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/w1.loganberrybooks.com\/stumpthebookseller\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7372"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/w1.loganberrybooks.com\/stumpthebookseller\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7372"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/w1.loganberrybooks.com\/stumpthebookseller\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7372"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}