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NURSERY SCHOOL - FLOWERS
by
Joyce Grenfell
Children... we're going
to do our nice 'Moving to Music' this morning, so let's make
a lovely fairy ring, shall we? And then we'll all be flowers
growing in the grass.
Let's make a big circle - spread out - wider - wider - just
finger-tips touching - that's it.
Sue, let go of Neville - Because flowers don't hold hands, they
just touch finger-tips. SUE. Let go of Neville.
And Sue, we don't want GRUMBLERS in our fairy ring, do we? We
only want smilers.
Yes David, you're a smiler - so is Lavinia - and Peggy and
Geoffrey. Yes, you're all smilers.
QUIET, PLEASE.
Don't get so excited.
And Sue is going to be a smiler too, aren't you Sue? That's
better.
George... don't do that!
Now then, let's all put on our Thinking Caps, shall we,
and think what flower we are going to choose to be.
Lavinia? - What flower are you?
A bluebell. Good.
Peggy?
A red rose. That,s nice.
Neville?
A wild rose. Well done, Neville!
Sidney? - Sidney, pay attention, dear, and don't pummel Rosemary
- what flower are you going to choose to be?
A horse isn't a flower, Sidney.
No children, it isn't funny, it's very silly. If Sidney can't
think of a better flower than that we'll have to go on to someone
else until he can.
Now then Sue, what are you?
Another rose! Oh I have got a lovely bunch of
roses, haven't I? Peggy is a red one and Neville is a wild one, so I expect you are a beautiful white one,
aren't you?
Oh, you're another red one! I see... Now then Sidney?
A carrot isn't a fiower, Sidney. Think dear, and
don't blow like that. How about a tulip?
A holly-leaf isn't a flower, Sidney. All right, you'd better
be a holly-leaf.
Now, children, listen very carefully. Elvis, stop bouncing,
please.
No, bouncing isn't dancing, Elvis. Don't argue, dear - just
stop bouncing. You watch the others - you'll see.
When Miss Boulting plays her music I want you all to get up
on to your tipmost toes, light as feathers, and dance away all
over the room where-ever the music takes you. And remember:
you are all lovely flowers in the grass.
Everybody ready?
Just a minute, Miss Boulting.
Sidney - come here, please.
What have you got in your mouth?
I can't hear a word you're saying, Sidney, so go out of the
room and spit it out, whatever it is, and then come back and
tell me what it was. And Sidney. Both feet. Don't hop.
Now then, children, we're not going to wait for a boy who puts
things in his mouth like a baby - we're going to be lovely flowers
growing in the grass, and the sun is shining down on us to make
us grow tall and beautiful and - Geoffrey, stand up - flowers
don't look backwards through their legs, do they?
What flower are you?
A fat daisy! Good.
Hazel, what do we do with our heads?
We hold them up... I should think so.
Come in, Sidney!
COME IN. There's no need to knock the door down, is there?
Now what did you have in your mouth?
It can't have been nothing, Sidney, because I distinctly saw
something.
Yes, I know it's nothing now but what was it then?
A big button! Well, I'm very glad you spat it out, aren't
you?
You didn't? Do you feel all right, Sidney? Sure?
Well, get back into your place, then. Incidentally, where did
you get the button? Off Rosemary's pink frock. I'm ashamed of
you, Sidney, a big boy of four to go around eating buttons off
little girls' frocks. What flower are you going to be? I've
forgotten. You'd better be a hollyhock.
No, you can't be a super-jet, and if you are going to
be a crosspatch you'd better go and sit down over there till
you are a nice boy again. You can be thinking what flower you
are going to be. Go along...
George -what did I say before? Well, don't... Come along, children.
Listen carefully to the music and then dance like a flower to
it.
We're ready at last, Miss Boulting. I'm so sorry.
One-two- Off we go.
Dance, Neville, don't just stand there. Dance.
Head up, Hazel, and use your arms.
Peggy, dear - don't forget to breathe.
Rhythm, George. And cheer up - you're a happy flower,
George.
Yes, you are.
Because I say so.
Oh good, Sidney, I knew you'd think of something.
All right, you shall be a cauliflower - only be it gently. |
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