ROOM ON THE BROOM
Ein Beitrag von Petra Eimermacher
Ich habe das auch bei uns mittlerweile sehr bekannte und wunderschöne Bilderbuch von J. Donaldson / A. Scheffler 'Room on the Broom' vor Jahren etwas bearbeitet, d.h. den Text vereinfacht. So können schon 3. Klässler den Text bald mitsprechen. Jedes Kind hatte einen kleinen Besen, der 'zerbrechen' , aber auch wieder ineinander geschoben werden kann, samt Hexe und Tieren gebastelt. So konnten sie die Geschichte auch spielen.
The witch had a cat
and a very tall hat,
and long ginger hair
and a broom to fly in the air.
In front sat the cat
and the wind blew off the black hat.
'Down!' cried the witch.
'Let's look for my hat, little cat!'
Then out of a bush
a dog jumped - hush hush -
thundering paws .... the hat in his jaws.
'Oh thank you, good friend,'
and the hat was back on her head.
'l'm a dog, as good as can be,
is there room on the broom
for a dog like me?'
'Yes,' cried the witch.
'Jump on!'
And whoosh, they were gone.
Over the fields and the forests they flew.
The dog wagged his tail
and the stormy wind blew.
The ribbon of witch's hair
off flew through the air.
'Down!' cried the witch.
Then out from a tree
they heard a loud shriek.
A green bird brought the ribbon in his beak.
'Oh thank you, good friend,'
and the ribbon was back in her hair.
'I'm a bird, as green as can be,
is there room on the broom
for a bird like me?'
'Yes,' cried the witch.
'Jump on!'
And whoosh, they were gone.
Over the reeds and the rivers they flew.
And the stormy wind blew.
The broom with the witch was so quick, oh, oh,
so the witch let the wand go.
'Down!' cried the witch.
The witch, the cat, the dog and the bird
soon a frog heard.
He came out of a pond,
in his mouth the wand.
'Oh thank you, good friend,'
the wand was back in witch's hand.
'l'm a frog, as clean as can be,
is there room on the broom
for a frog like me?'
'Yes.' cried the witch.
'Jump on!'
And whoosh, they were gone.
Over the moors and the mountains they flew,
Then - oh dear - the broom snapped in two!
Down fell the cat and the dog
and the frog.
Down, down in the brown muddy bog.
The witch on her half-broom flew into a cloud.
There came the dragon, scary and loud!
'I'm the dragon, as strong as can be.
I want the witch with chips for tea!'
'No,' cried the witch , flying higher and higher,
feeling the dragon and his fire.
The dragon, licking his lips,
called, 'l don't want chips,
only witch!'
And he grabbed the witch!
The dragon wanted to start his feast.
but oh dear, o dear, there was a beast!
Out of the moor creeping
a terrible monster was leaping!
Tall, dark and muddy,
with feathers and fur.
With wings like a bird!
Growling, croaking, shrieking.
And the dragon in trouble and fear,
'Here, take the witch. Don't come too near!
I must fly, fly, fly!'
Off he was in the sky.
And the monster?
Down flew the bird.
Down jumped the frog.
Down hopped the dog.
Down jumped the cat.
'Thank you, my dear horrible beast!
Now let's have a wonderful feast!
Find something for my pot.
-Cold and hot, cold and hot,
lggety, ziggety, zaggety, zoomt
Let's have a wonderful broom!'-
And they all jumped on,
And whoosh, they were gone.