The Lady of Shalott Magic Hands

Hello! Come on, everybody, take a seat.

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.

Ten!

ALL: Magic hands!

# Just look at my magic

# My magic hands

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Magic Hands!

BOTH: Hello!

My name is A-I-M-E-E, Aimee.

And my name is A-S-H-L-E-Y, Ashley.

Look at what my hands can do.

Wow, what a beautiful mirror.

I wonder if it has magical powers?

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the handsomest presenter of them all?

Me.

Hmm.

That reminds me of a poem about a lady who lived in a tower,

and the only way she could look at the world was through

a reflection in a magic mirror.

If she looked at the world any way other than through

her magic mirror, something bad would happen.

The poem was written by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

and it's called The Lady Of Shalott.

Are you ready?

How pretty, but I think we can make it more interesting.

On either side the river lie

Long fields of barley and of rye,

That clothe the wold and meet the sky.

And through the field the road runs by

To many-towered Camelot.

And up and down the people go,

Gazing where the lilies blow

Round an island there below,

The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,

Little breezes dusk and shiver

Through the wave that runs for ever

By the island in the river

flowing down to Camelot.

Four grey walls and four grey towers

Overlook a space of flowers,

And the silent isle imbowers

The Lady of Shalott.

There she weaves by night and day

A magic web with colours gay.

She has heard a whisper say,

A curse is on her if she stay

To look down to Camelot.

She knows not what the curse may be,

And so she weaveth steadily,

And little other care hath she,

The Lady of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror clear

That hangs before her all the year,

Shadows of the world appear.

There she sees the highway near

Winding down to Camelot.

There the river eddy whirls,

And there surly village-churls,

And the red cloaks of market girls,

Pass onward from Shalott.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,

He rode between the barley-sheaves,

The sun came dazzling through the leaves,

And flamed upon the brazen greaves

of bold Sir Lancelot.

A red-cross knight for ever kneeled

to a lady in his shield,

that sparkled on the yellow field,

beside remote Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed,

On burnished hooves his war-horse trode,

From underneath his helmet flowed,

His coal-black curls as on he rode,

As he rode down to Camelot.

From the bank and from the river,

He flashed into the crystal mirror,

"Tirra lirra," by the river

Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,

She made three paces through the room,

She saw the water-lily bloom,

She saw the helmet and the plume,

She looked down to Camelot.

Out flew the web and floated wide,

The mirror cracked from side to side,

"The curse has come upon me!" cried

The Lady of Shalott.

In the stormy east-wind straining,

The pale yellow woods were waning,

The broad stream in his banks complaining,

Heavily the low sky raining

Over towered Camelot.

Down she came and found a boat

Beneath a willow, left afloat,

And round about the prow she wrote

"The Lady of Shalott".

Lying, robed in snowy white

That loosely flew to left and right,

The leaves upon her falling light,

Through the noises of the night

She floated down to Camelot.

And as the boat-head wound along

The willowy hills and fields among,

They heard her singing her last song,

The Lady of Shalott.

That poem was beautiful.

Beautiful, but also sad. But it's OK sometimes to be sad.

Like, if my mum tells me off, that makes me sad and that's OK.

Your mum still tells you off? But you're really old!

Oh, yes, she tells me off all the time.

I get sad when I argue with my friends, but when we make up,

I'm happy again.

When you're sad, what can you do to cheer yourself up?

-BOTH:

-Bye-bye!

Magic hands!

# Just look at my magic

# My magic hands

# Make your fingers super-duper. #

Magic Hands!