Lyrical Literacy

About Lyrical Literacy

The Lyrical Literacy podcast delivers timeless stories and poems through the science-backed power of music. Music, poems and stories are exercise for the brain. Each episode presents carefully selected fairy tales, myths, poems, and lullabies from around the world, enhanced through innovative audio techniques based on neuroscientific research. Developed by Humanitarians AI, this research-based program leverages the fact that music engages more brain regions simultaneously than almost any other activity, creating multimodal learning experiences that target specific cognitive and linguistic skills. Our unique approach combines traditional storytelling with strategic musical elements to maximize comprehension, retention, and neural connectivity in developing minds. Each production is meticulously crafted using humans + AI. AI-assisted techniques to optimize pacing, musical accompaniment, ideation, and emotional resonance—all designed to foster deeper language processing while maintaining high engagement levels. Perfect for parents, educators, and children seeking content that entertains while developing critical literacy foundations.

Publisher

bearw3

Category

arts

Language

en

Explicit

No

First episode

25 Oct 2025

Latest episode

14 Sept 2026

Latest episodes

63 episodes in the feed.

1. 

   14 Sept 2026

   The Fisherman and His Wife

   The Fisherman and His Wife There was once a fisherman who lived with his wife in a pigsty, close by the seaside. The fisherman used to go out all day long a-fishing; and one day, as he sat on the shore with his rod, looking at the sparkling waves and watching his line, all on a sudden his float was dragged away deep into the water: and in drawing it up he pulled out a great fish. But the fish said, ‘Pray let me live! I am not a real fish; I am an enchanted prince: put me in the water again, and let me go!’ ‘Oh, ho!’ said the man, ‘you need not make so many words about the matter; I will have nothing to do with a fish that can talk: so swim away, sir, as soon as you please!’ Then he put him back into the water, and the fish darted straight down to the bottom, and left a long streak of blood behind him on the wave. When the fisherman went home to his wife in the pigsty, he told her how he had caught a great fish, and how it had told him it was an enchanted prince, and how, on hearing it speak, he had let it go again. ‘Did not you ask it for anything?’ said the wife, ‘we live very wretchedly here, in this nasty dirty pigsty; do go back and tell the fish we want a snug little cottage.’ The fisherman did not much like the business: however, he went to the seashore; and when he came back there the water looked all yellow and green. And he stood at the water’s edge, and said: ‘O man of the sea!Hearken to me!My wife IlsabillWill have her own will,And hath sent me to beg a boon of thee!’ Then the fish came swimming to him, and said, ‘Well, what is her will? What does your wife want?’ ‘Ah!’ said the fisherman, ‘she says that when I had caught you, I ought to have asked you for something before I let you go; she does not like living any longer in the pigsty, and wants a snug little cottage.’ ‘Go home, then,’ said the fish; ‘she is in the cottage already!’ So the man went home, and saw his wife standing at the door of a nice trim little cottage. ‘Come in, come in!’ said she; ‘is not this much better than the filthy pigsty we had?’ And there was a parlour, and a bedchamber, and a kitchen; and behind the cottage there was a little garden, planted with all sorts of flowers and fruits; and there was a courtyard behind, full of ducks and chickens. ‘Ah!’ said the fisherman, ‘how happily we shall live now!’ ‘We will try to do so, at least,’ said his wife. Everything went right for a week or two, and then Dame Ilsabill said, ‘Husband, there is not near room enough for us in this cottage; the courtyard and the garden are a great deal too small; I should like to have a large stone castle to live in: go to the fish again and tell him to give us a castle.’ ‘Wife,’ said the fisherman, ‘I don’t like to go to him again, for perhaps he will be angry; we ought to be easy with this pretty cottage to live in.’ ‘Nonsense!’ said the wife; ‘he will do it very willingly, I know; go along and try!’ The fisherman went, but his heart was very heavy: and when he came to the sea, it looked blue and gloomy, though it was very calm; and he went close to the edge of the waves, and said: ‘O man of the sea!Hearken to me!My wife IlsabillWill have her own will,And hath sent me to beg a boon of thee!’ ‘Well, what does she want now?’ said the fish. ‘Ah!’ said the man, dolefully, ‘my wife wants to live in a stone castle.’ ‘Go home, then,’ said the fish; ‘she is standing at the gate of it already.’ So away went the fisherman, and found his wife standing before the gate of a great castle. ‘See,’ said she, ‘is not this grand?’ With that they went into the castle together, and found a great many servants there, and the rooms all richly furnished, and full of golden chairs and tables; and behind the castle was a garden, and around it was a park half a mile long, full of sheep, and goats, and hares, and deer; and in the courtyard were stables and cow-houses. ‘Well,’ said the man, ‘now we will live cheerful and happy in this beautiful castle for the rest of our liv

2. 

   5 Jan 2026

   Old Sultan

   Old Sultan was faithful and trueBut his teeth were gone, his years were through The shepherd thought, “Tomorrow he’ll go”But his wife said, “No, let him stay, you know” Sultan may be old, his teeth all goneBut he’s served us well, he’s brave and strongOne more chance is all he needsTo prove his worth with loyal deeds Poor Sultan lay by, feeling sad and lowHe heard the words, he’d have to go But off he went to his friend, the wolfWith a plan to stay – a clever gulf The wolf said, “Sultan, here’s what we’ll do—Tomorrow I’ll grab the child from youYou chase me down and play the heroThen your master will love you more than a year ago” Sultan may be old, his teeth all goneBut he’s served us well, he’s brave and strongOne more chance is all he needsTo prove his worth with loyal deeds So the wolf ran off with the child in towSultan chased fast, putting on a show The shepherd cried, “Sultan, you’re bold and true”And gave him food and a cushion too The wolf came back, grinning wide“Now let me in to steal some prideJust turn away when I grab a sheep—A little reward for secrets to keep” But Sultan may be old, with teeth all goneStill, he’ll stay loyal, fierce, and strongWith a wise old bark and a clever planHe won’t betray his master’s hand So Sultan warned the shepherd in timeAnd the wolf got smacked for his little crime Now angry and sore, the wolf did declare“I’ll have revenge—this isn’t fair” The wolf sent a boar to challenge a fightBut Sultan went with his friend, tail high and bright The cat with her limp and her tail held tallMade the wolf and boar feel two feet small Sultan may be old, his teeth all goneBut with friends like this, he’ll fight till dawnFor in his heart, loyal and trueHe stands his ground, like he used to do The boar ran off with a scratch and a squealAnd the wolf climbed high like a frightened eel Sultan laughed as he walked awayWith his cat by his side, both bold and brave Sultan may be old, his teeth all goneBut he’s fierce, he’s clever, he’s never withdrawnWith his friend, the cat, he’ll face the frayA loyal heart that’ll never stray

3. 

   4 Jan 2026

   Little Boy Blue,

   Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?Under the haystack, fast asleep! The sheep have wandered, the cow’s having fun,Munching on corn in the bright midday sun.The barnyard’s a mess, the field’s in dismay,While Little Boy Blue sleeps the day away. Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?Under the haystack, fast asleep! They nudge him, they poke him, they moo in his ear,But Little Boy Blue just won’t appear.His hat pulled down, his blanket tight,Dreaming through the noon and night. Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?Under the haystack, fast asleep! Now the rooster crows, the sun’s sinking low,But where could that boy with the horn be, though?With hay in his hair and dreams in his head, Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?Under the haystack, fast asleep!