Where's the Light? Magic Hands

Hello! Come on, everybody, take a seat.

Wow!

Woo!

BOTH: Hello!

-BOTH:

-Hello!

Wiggle your fingers and cross your feet.

Are you ready?

One, two, three, watch me.

Four, five, six, I've got some tricks.

Seven, eight, nine, it's almost time.

10!

ALL: Magic hands!

# Just look at my magic

# My magic hands

# Make your fingers super-duper. #

Magic Hands!

Hello! My name is A, I, M, E, E.

Aimee!

Look at what my hands can do.

Ooh, it's a light switch.

That's clever, it goes on and off.

I didn't like it when the lights were off

until I read this poem called The Dark, by James Carter.

Are you ready?

Why are we so afraid of the dark?

It doesn't bite and doesn't bark

Or chase old ladies round the park

Or steal your sweeties for a lark

And though it might not let you see

It lets you have some privacy

And gives you time to go to sleep

Provides a place to hide or weep

It cannot help but be around

When beastly things make beastly sounds

When back doors slam and windows creak

WINDOW CREAKS

When cats have fights

CAT HISSES

And voices shriek

WOMAN SCREAMS

The dark is cosy, still and calm

And never does you any harm

In the loft, below the sink

It's somewhere nice and quiet to think

Deep in cupboards

Pockets, too

It's always lurking out of view

Why won't it come out till it's night?

Perhaps the dark's afraid of light.

Did you enjoy that poem? I did.

Next time you go to bed and it's dark, maybe you can think about all

the exciting things going on outside,

like cats and owls that come out at night. Or will you make up

magic games you and your toys and teddies could play together?

Whatever it is, have fun!

-ALL: Magic hands!

-Bye-bye!

# Just look at my magic

# My magic hands

# Make your fingers super-duper. #

Magic Hands!