0:00:05 > 0:00:11Hello! Come on, everybody. Take a seat.
0:00:11 > 0:00:13Wow!
0:00:13 > 0:00:14Woo!
0:00:14 > 0:00:16BOTH: Hello!
0:00:16 > 0:00:18- BOTH:- Hello!
0:00:18 > 0:00:22Wiggle your fingers and cross your feet.
0:00:25 > 0:00:27Are you ready?
0:00:27 > 0:00:31One, two, three. Watch me.
0:00:31 > 0:00:35Four, five, six. I've got some tricks.
0:00:37 > 0:00:41Seven, eight, nine. It's almost time.
0:00:41 > 0:00:4310!
0:00:43 > 0:00:45ALL: Magic hands!
0:00:46 > 0:00:49# Just look at my magic
0:00:49 > 0:00:51# My magic hands
0:00:51 > 0:00:54# Make your fingers super-duper. #
0:00:54 > 0:00:55Magic Hands!
0:01:00 > 0:01:02- BOTH:- Hello!
0:01:02 > 0:01:03My name is...
0:01:07 > 0:01:09And my name is...
0:01:13 > 0:01:17Look at what my hands can do!
0:01:17 > 0:01:20They're so tiny and beautiful.
0:01:20 > 0:01:22Who do you think they belong to?
0:01:22 > 0:01:26I don't know, but they definitely won't fit me.
0:01:26 > 0:01:27Nor me.
0:01:33 > 0:01:37Today's poem was written more than 100 years ago,
0:01:37 > 0:01:39by a man who lived in Bengal,
0:01:39 > 0:01:41which is near India.
0:01:42 > 0:01:46His name is Rabindranath Tagore.
0:01:46 > 0:01:49The poem is called The Little Big Man.
0:01:49 > 0:01:50Are you ready?
0:02:08 > 0:02:10Wow!
0:02:10 > 0:02:12Everything is so big!
0:02:15 > 0:02:18I am small because I am a little child.
0:02:19 > 0:02:23I shall be big when I am as old as my father is.
0:02:36 > 0:02:39My teacher will come and say, "It is late...
0:02:42 > 0:02:46"Bring your slate and your books."
0:02:53 > 0:02:55I shall tell him,
0:02:55 > 0:02:58"Do you not know I am as big as father?
0:03:03 > 0:03:06"And I must not have lessons any more."
0:03:08 > 0:03:11My master will wonder and say,
0:03:11 > 0:03:14"He can leave his books, if he likes,
0:03:14 > 0:03:16"for he is grown up."
0:03:28 > 0:03:31I shall dress myself
0:03:31 > 0:03:33and walk to the fair,
0:03:33 > 0:03:36where the crowd is thick.
0:03:41 > 0:03:44My uncle will come rushing up to me and say...
0:03:47 > 0:03:49.."You will get lost, my boy!
0:03:49 > 0:03:51"Let me carry you."
0:03:56 > 0:03:58I shall answer,
0:03:58 > 0:04:02"Can't you see, Uncle, I am as big as Father...
0:04:05 > 0:04:07"I must go to the fair alone."
0:04:11 > 0:04:14Uncle will say, "Yes. He can go wherever he likes,
0:04:14 > 0:04:16"for he is grown up."
0:04:24 > 0:04:28In the holiday time, in October,
0:04:28 > 0:04:30Father will come home and,
0:04:30 > 0:04:32thinking I am still a baby,
0:04:32 > 0:04:34will bring for me, from the town,
0:04:34 > 0:04:37little shoes and small, silken frocks.
0:04:46 > 0:04:48I shall say, "Father,
0:04:48 > 0:04:50"give them to my brother,
0:04:50 > 0:04:52"for I am as big as you are."
0:04:58 > 0:05:00Father will think, and say,
0:05:00 > 0:05:03"He can buy his own clothes if he likes,
0:05:03 > 0:05:05"for he is grown up."
0:05:11 > 0:05:14Wasn't that poem beautiful?
0:05:14 > 0:05:19I don't understand why someone would want to grow up that fast, though.
0:05:21 > 0:05:23It's my turn now.
0:05:23 > 0:05:27My poem is also by Rabindranath Tagore,
0:05:27 > 0:05:30and it's called Clouds And Waves.
0:05:30 > 0:05:33Are you ready?
0:05:49 > 0:05:53Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me.
0:05:57 > 0:06:01We play from the time we wake
0:06:01 > 0:06:02till the day ends.
0:06:05 > 0:06:08We play with the golden dawn.
0:06:11 > 0:06:13We play with the silver moon.
0:06:18 > 0:06:21I ask, "But how am I to get up to you?"
0:06:23 > 0:06:27They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth...
0:06:29 > 0:06:33"..lift up your hands to the sky,
0:06:33 > 0:06:36"and you will be taken up into the clouds."
0:06:40 > 0:06:44"My mother is waiting for me at home," I say.
0:06:44 > 0:06:46"How can I leave her and come?"
0:06:48 > 0:06:50Then they smile and float away.
0:07:00 > 0:07:03But I know a nicer game than that, Mother.
0:07:07 > 0:07:10I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
0:07:13 > 0:07:18I shall cover you with both my hands,
0:07:18 > 0:07:21and our house-top will be the blue sky.
0:07:35 > 0:07:37The folk who live in the waves
0:07:37 > 0:07:39call out to me.
0:07:42 > 0:07:45We sing from morning till night.
0:07:48 > 0:07:50On and on we travel,
0:07:50 > 0:07:53and know not where we pass.
0:07:59 > 0:08:02I ask, "But how am I to join you?"
0:08:04 > 0:08:08They tell me, "Come to the edge of the shore,
0:08:08 > 0:08:11"and stand with your eyes tight shut,
0:08:11 > 0:08:13"and you will be carried out
0:08:13 > 0:08:15"upon the waves."
0:08:20 > 0:08:24I say, "My mother always wants me at home in the evening.
0:08:26 > 0:08:28How can I leave her and go?"
0:08:31 > 0:08:35They smile, dance, and pass by.
0:08:44 > 0:08:47But I know a better game than that.
0:08:52 > 0:08:55I will be the waves
0:08:55 > 0:08:58and you will be a strange shore.
0:08:58 > 0:09:02I shall roll on and on and on,
0:09:02 > 0:09:05and break upon your lap with laughter...
0:09:10 > 0:09:14..and no-one in the world will know where we both are.
0:09:23 > 0:09:26What a beautiful poem!
0:09:26 > 0:09:30I wouldn't want to leave the people I love, either.
0:09:30 > 0:09:32Oh, come here...
0:09:36 > 0:09:37- Bye-bye!- Bye!
0:09:40 > 0:09:41Magic Hands!
0:09:43 > 0:09:46# Just look at my magic
0:09:46 > 0:09:48# My magic hands
0:09:48 > 0:09:51# Make your fingers super-duper. #
0:09:51 > 0:09:53Magic Hands!