Childrens Circle; 152; Garden Music

The children circle with Nancy Harper presented transcribed by the Lowell Institute for Walker and broadcasting Council compared under the supervision of the nursery training school of Boston after college. So get ready now to join the children circle. Mary Mary quite contrary. Remember that Ron Kors you remember it and you can say it too. Come on you said with me mirroring Mary quite contrary How does your garden grow with cockle shells and silver bells and pretty maids all in a row. That's just a make believe rhyme isn't it just an idea.

No one ever heard of a garden with cockle shells growing in it did they were pretty maids all in a row or silver bells for flowers when that be a noisy garden no. Little Breeze would come along and just imagine. A garden of. Old. Mary Mary quite contrary. How does your garden grow. With cockle shells and silver bells. And pretty maids all in a row. The thing about flowers is. They're lovely to look at

and they're wonderful to smell but they never make a sound. They just stand there all the sunny day long with their feet in the mud and their heads in the air looking bright and smelling good calling the bees to their honey lint. Yeah. You. And that's the real song of the garden isn't it. That's not the Flower Song is it. That's the be the bees on their way to a spring dinner money. There are lots of summer songs you'll hear in the garden and they make you think of spring spring and summer and warm sun and all things growing. There's Mr Rugg and it's spring in the garden pretty

pretty soon the bees start buzzing lilies in the crickets and the Katey did start chipping their summer garden salad. Anyway we'll used to go on trial and see him. But the flowers they just rolled in smell good and look pretty. And you never make a song. Why. Isn't the flowers growing. It's a flower smelling good. Well the garden would be the quietest place if it weren't for all the flowers visitors.

Why does summer chatter ration they may be. Let's make a picture garden you with your pencil and paper. And I'll tell you some things about flowers too. You go along I'll wait for you. And think.

The nice thing about making this kind of garden is you can plant anything you want you picture a garden and it'll grow right away without ever weeding or waiting for the spring rains to rain or the sun to shine. Who is around with your pencil and Miri Mary to see how your garden grows. With silver balls. Come cockle shells and pretty ladies all on a roll. You can plan anything you like in this paper garden. They can be

tulips tulips look like ladies skirts upside down don't they will be daffodils just looking like old fashioned bonnets and you can have buttercups like yellow teacups the world so full of flowers in the spring Don you could draw just about anything you like. Need probably be a flower to match. There can be pansies looking like little faces just smiling up and growing up from the flower beds. There can be flowers and flowers and flowers. Some stars have the strangest names. If I tell

you the names and you make pictures of what these flowers sound like you'll really have a new kind of garden. Now these are real names of real flowers. There are some called Indian pipes and then there are some others and they're called Dutchman's britches. What a picture that would make. And foxgloves and ladies slippers and snap dragons. Wouldn't these make wonderful pictures. And there's another kind too tiger lilies. Oh of flowers and flowers and flowers and flowers. Tell You a flower story why you make your garden.

This is a make believe story I guess. It's about a garden. There were daisies and forget me nots and buttercups and violets in this garden. They were all bright and happy for the sun shone down over them made them nice and warm. One day a butterfly stopped in at the garden to say good morning to Daisy. What do you think about all the time Daisy growing always in the same spot and seeing the same things every day. Daisy said Oh I think about the stars that shine down on me every night. I love the stars. I want to be like the stars. They're so bright and happy

shining in the sky all night long all day long I think about the evening when I can look up and see the stars again and then the butterfly Lino below whispered Daisy. I've always thought that you looked like a star. Now I know it's cause you think of the stars so much. And then the butterfly flew over to talk to the forget me not. She sat on one of the green leaves and asked What do you think about all the long day. You must think a very lot because you can't fly. The little Forget me not said oh I just look up at the blue sky and think how pretty it is. I'd like to be the color of the blue sky. I said the Butterfly you are like the sky forget me not you are like the sky.

The little Forget me not was so happy that you smiled all day the blue blue sky. And she kept saying over and over again to herself. I'm like the sky I like the blue blue sky. By and by the butterfly flew over to the buttercup. Oh Buttercup What are you thinking about all the time that makes you look so happy. Buttercup answered I'm always thinking about the great golden sun. There's nothing else so beautiful in all the whole world. I love the sun. I'd like to be as bright and shiny as he is. The butterflies smiled at the buttercup and said What do you want like the sun your petals are just as bright in yellow as the sunshine and the happy Buttercup smiled right back and said Now I'm happier than ever. Thank you.

Butterflies are telling me such good news. When the butterfly called to see the violet last of all it was evening the Violet was looking toward the setting sun. What are you thinking about ballot. Asked the butterfly. I'm watching to see the sky turn purple. I love the Ning because the sky is so soft and purple. I'd like to be the color of the sky and then the butterflies hit lists and I have a story for you. The Daisy is like a star cause she loves the stars the forget me not is like a blue sky cause she thinks it so beautiful and the buttercup loves the sun that's why she's so bright and golden and you black like you are like the sky at evening. Does that make you happy.

Vantage that makes me very gray. Goodnight butterfly. So then the butterfly flew away. And all of flowers went to sleep. Very. Very happy. There are a lot to real things to learn about flowers like which ones grow from seeds and which ones grow from balls that look like onions in the ground and some flowers need lots of sun and some can live in the shade.

Some flowers are very tough and strong and can grow in the middle of fields where horses and cows come to eat their grass. But some have to be taken very gentle care of so they can grow it all. And some flowers will be all crushed and smashed in a rainstorm. But some will bounce right back again. Some have smells and some haven't and some have prickles and some haven't. You could spend all summer just learning about the flowers and watching them and seeing them grow. And you can pretend about flowers too and that's nearly the most fun of all. Next time you're outside just watch some flowers and pretend some fairies and you'll see what dreams you can dream. Suppose it were true.

Suppose there really were such things as fairies and elves. Little teeny teeny teeny tiny people. Just think of the fun they could have in a flower garden rocking inside the tulips when the spring winds blow and sliding down daffodils leaves like sliding boards. Maybe they'd eat their lunches on toadstool tables. They take naps under Daisy umbrellas and when they got tired of living in one flower garden they'd take a ride on a bumblebee across the fence to another flower bed. With the.

You know there are a hundred and one stories about fairies and flowers. People have been telling them for years. Children have been telling them and grown ups too. There are stories that come from all the countries in the whole world about this flower and about that flower they'll make wonderful garden pictures for drawing and things been dreaming about and thinking about some time when you're outdoors. There's one story about the night and this is really a once upon a time story. It began so long ago that no one knows where the beginning was. The story goes like this. One night five little fairies came trooping out of the dark woods with five little white cups to collect do for the fairy Queen's breakfast. They hung their little white cups on a blade of grass and then they just danced and

danced the whole life through. Now by the time their dancing was finished they were sleeping little fairies and so much tired little fairies that they couldn't remember anything at all about the queen's breakfast. They were all just curled up under five little toadstools and went under sleep and the Queen never got her to drink for breakfast. From the five little white cups but by some magic those little white fairy dew cups hanging on the plate of crass. They were turned into a flower. It's been known ever since is a lily of the valley. If you look at that in the right way. And pretend you're very little.

It's fed a very big. There's no end to the pretending you can make up to. In the stories you can find in a flower garden. I'll tell you one that's well make believe. That's plenty of time there was a fairy. And she grew very fond of a tiny white lamb. He really was a dear little creature so white and so bouncy and so fluffy. It's no wonder she fell in love with him.

She used often to come and visit with him in the meadow where he lived with his mother and she was very anxious to take him to a fair party some evening. Little Ben was shy. What do you do at the parties he asked. Said the Fairy. I guess we dance mostly. But the little lamb explained that he didn't know how to dance. Never you mind said the Fairy. Never you mind. I'll soon teach you. So the ferry came every evening when her day's work was done and then she showed the little lamb how to dance the special way the fairies do. And he soon learned to skip about quite nicely. At last a day came and he really knew how to dance and

the fairy took him off to the party. But his mother made him promise to come back the next morning because she knew the ways of fairies and the little lamb enjoyed himself tremendously. He skipped and he bounced and he danced all night long and had a wonderful time. All the fairies thought he was lovely. They thought his coat was so beautiful and white and so soft and fluffy and they just loved his little black white nose and his little quaint wooden legs. He gave them all rides on his back in turn. Even the Fairy Queen had a ride. And when it came time for dancing he did very well indeed. He remembered everything is very visceral toward him. He surprised the

more with his pretty steps. When he left because it was time for him to go home to his mother the Fairy Queen gave him a garland of daisies. The whole crown all made of daisies to wear on his head. There are fairy flowers she said. They'll never fade. They'll never will to die. And as long as you wear them you'll stay. Risky bouncy fluffy white lamb and never grow up. When the little lamb got home to his mother in the pasture he had great tales to tell about all his adventures. Everyone listened and everyone talked about him and everyone made such a fuss over him. He got rather silly after a while.

He wouldn't even speak to his other friends the other little lambs. Of course this affects the other lands very much and the old rat who lived in the mill pond and was always ready to do with anyone any old turn suggested a way to pay him back for his pride while he's asleep some night said the rat. Nor right through is gay garland of daisies but he's so proud of him when he goes out walking. He'll lose it. And all of this happened so the little lamb lost his fairy Garland after all and he grew older like any other man. His friend the fairy didn't come to see him for some time because she was so busy helping on the spring things and had no time at all for visiting. But when she did

come again she was very disappointed to find that the lamb had grown into quite a good sized sheep or fat and comfortable. His will was no longer downy and white and he had entirely forgotten how to dance. Where's your magic. Go and ask the fairy and he had to tell her he'd lost it. The ferry went back to her friends the lamb was too grown up now to come to their fairy dances and parties. But every year in the early spring when the new lambs were born their mothers tell the story of the Lamb that was invited to fairy land and they all go skipping about in the meadows practicing their dancing steps. Perhaps you see them each one of them is hoping that he may one day find a magic garden and never grow

old and be able to go visiting in fairy land. After all it must be lying about somewhere they say. So if you find it you know what to do with it don't you. Be sure to give it to a lamb with a black nose because there's so much the prettiest. That's the end of that story. Good night.