The Owl and the Pussycat Magic Hands

Hello. Come on, everybody, take a seat.

-Hello.

-Hello.

Wiggle your fingers and cross your feet.

Are you ready?

Watch me.

I've got some tricks.

It's almost time.

Magic hands.

WHISTLING

# Just look at my magic... # WHISTLING

# My magic hands

# With your fingers super-duper... #

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# Magic Hands. #

-Hello.

-Hello.

My name is...

And my name is...

Look at what my hands can do.

It's a boat and it's as green as a pea.

Adventure beckons, where shall we go?

Come on, Ashley, shall we set sail?

Oh, wow, the world is very big and there are so many places to go.

Where would you like to go?

We could go to Timbuktu, the city of gold.

Or we could paddle down the Ganges

and wave hello to the elephants in the jungle.

I'm not sure where I would go.

I think I would sail away for a year and a day and see where I ended up.

Let's set sail and explore with Edward Lear's poem,

The Owl And The Pussycat.

Are you ready?

Oh, the seaside. How lovely. I really fancy an ice cream.

The owl and the pussycat went to sea

In a beautiful pea-green boat

They took some honey and plenty of money,

wrapped up in a five-pound note

The owl looked up to the stars above and sang to a small guitar

Oh, lovely Pussy, oh, Pussy, my love,

what a beautiful pussy you are

You are, you are. What a beautiful pussy you are.

Pussy said to the owl,

"You elegant fowl, how charmingly sweet you seem."

Oh, let us be married, too long we have tarried

But what shall we do for a ring?

They sailed away for a year and a day

To the land where the bong tree grows

And there, in a wood, a piggy-wig stood

With a ring at the end of his nose

His nose, his nose

With a ring at the end of his nose.

Dear Pig, are you willing to sell, for one shilling, your ring?

Said the piggy, "I will."

So they took it away

and were married next day by the turkey who lives on the hill

They dined on mince

and slices of quince which they ate with a runcible spoon

And, hand-in-hand, on the edge of the sand,

they danced by the light of the moon

The moon, the moon

They danced by the light of the moon.

That was fun. And what a beautiful wedding.

Have you ever wished you could create your own best friend?

My imaginary friend would eat all my vegetables for me.

Well, my imaginary best friend would own a cake shop but

we wouldn't sell any cakes because we'd gobble them all up ourselves.

Well, my best friend would have the biggest toy-car collection

-in the universe...

-Er...

Wait, wait, this all reminds me of a poem by Lewis Carroll.

And it's called My Fancy.

Aimee, are you ready?

Are you guys ready?

I painted her a gushing thing with years about a score

I little thought to find there were at least a dozen more

My fancy gave her eyes of blue

A curly auburn head

I came to find the blue a green, the auburn turned to red.

She boxed my ears this morning, they tingled very much

I own that I could wish her a somewhat lighter touch

And if you ask me how her charms might be improved

I would not have them added to but just a few removed!

She has a bear's ethereal grace

The bland hyena's laugh

The footstep of the elephant

The neck of a giraffe

I love her still, believe me,

though my heart its passion hides

"She's all my fancy painted her," but, oh, how much besides.

She seemed like a really cheeky friend.

Do you have an imaginary friend too? What are they like?

I hope they're nice and a lot of fun - a bit like me!

Why don't you paint a picture of your ideal imaginary friend?

Are they tall or short?

Do they have green hair and a big nose?

Having an imaginary friend is OK

but having a friend in real life is so much better.

Like us!

-Bye.

-Bye.

# Magic hands... #

WHISTLING

# Just look at my magic... #

WHISTLING

# My magic hands

# With you your fingers super-duper... #

WHISTLING

# Magic Hands. #