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 > 0:00:19- BOTH:- Hello!
0:00:19 > 0:00:22Wiggle your fingers and cross your feet.
0:00:22 > 0:00:25Are you ready?
0:00:25 > 0:00:31One, two, three, watch me.
0:00:31 > 0:00:35Four, five, six, I've got some tricks.
0:00:37 > 0:00:42Seven, eight, nine, it's almost time.
0:00:42 > 0:00:43Ten!
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 > 0:00:56Magic Hands!
0:01:00 > 0:01:02- BOTH:- Hello.
0:01:02 > 0:01:03I'm...
0:01:07 > 0:01:09And I'm...
0:01:13 > 0:01:16Look at what my hands can do!
0:01:16 > 0:01:17Oh!
0:01:17 > 0:01:19A whistle!
0:01:20 > 0:01:22I wonder if I can play it.
0:01:27 > 0:01:29Oh, it's beautiful!
0:01:30 > 0:01:34Because I'm deaf, I can't hear the music,
0:01:34 > 0:01:36so I like to watch it instead.
0:01:36 > 0:01:39I like watching when people play.
0:01:39 > 0:01:43I can also feel the vibrations as the flute is played.
0:01:43 > 0:01:45Music makes me want to dance!
0:01:52 > 0:01:55Ooh! This all reminds me of a poem,
0:01:55 > 0:01:59written by a woman called Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
0:01:59 > 0:02:03it's called A Musical Instrument.
0:02:05 > 0:02:08Oh, yes! There's a god in it called Pan.
0:02:09 > 0:02:15He's a bit strange-looking because he's half man and half goat.
0:02:16 > 0:02:19Pan is very important, though.
0:02:19 > 0:02:23He's the god of country music and he makes beautiful music
0:02:23 > 0:02:27from a whistle made using reeds from the river banks.
0:02:29 > 0:02:32Sometimes, Pan can be a bit naughty, though.
0:02:32 > 0:02:35Do you want to meet him?
0:02:35 > 0:02:36Are you ready?
0:03:00 > 0:03:03What was he doing, the great god Pan...
0:03:06 > 0:03:08..down in the reeds by the river?
0:03:10 > 0:03:13Spreading ruin and scattering ban.
0:03:16 > 0:03:20Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
0:03:20 > 0:03:23and breaking golden lilies afloat
0:03:23 > 0:03:25with the dragonfly on the river.
0:03:32 > 0:03:35He tore out a reed,
0:03:35 > 0:03:38the great god Pan,
0:03:38 > 0:03:42from the deep cool bed of the river.
0:03:42 > 0:03:47The limpid water turbidly ran
0:03:47 > 0:03:53and the broken lilies a-dying lay,
0:03:53 > 0:03:57and the dragonfly had fled away...
0:03:57 > 0:04:00ere he brought it out of the river.
0:04:13 > 0:04:18High on the shore sat the great god Pan,
0:04:18 > 0:04:22while turbidly flowed the river.
0:04:22 > 0:04:26Hacked and hewed as a great god can,
0:04:26 > 0:04:31with his hard bleak steel at the patient reed,
0:04:31 > 0:04:35till there was not a sign of a leaf indeed
0:04:35 > 0:04:37to prove it fresh from the river.
0:04:47 > 0:04:51He cut it short, did the great god Pan.
0:04:51 > 0:04:53How tall it stood in the river!
0:04:56 > 0:05:00Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man,
0:05:00 > 0:05:05steadily from the outside ring,
0:05:05 > 0:05:08and notched the poor, dry, empty thing
0:05:08 > 0:05:11in holes, as he sat by the river.
0:05:19 > 0:05:23"This is the way," laughed the great god Pan,
0:05:23 > 0:05:26laughed while he sat by the river,
0:05:26 > 0:05:29"the only way, since gods began
0:05:29 > 0:05:32"to make sweet music, they could succeed."
0:05:32 > 0:05:36Then, dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed,
0:05:36 > 0:05:38he blew in power by the river.
0:05:40 > 0:05:44Sweet, sweet, sweet, oh, Pan,
0:05:44 > 0:05:46piercing sweet by the river.
0:05:46 > 0:05:50Blinding sweet, oh, great god Pan.
0:05:50 > 0:05:52The sun on the hill forgot to die
0:05:52 > 0:05:54and the lilies revived,
0:05:54 > 0:05:59and the dragonfly came back to dream on the river.
0:06:12 > 0:06:15What a lovely poem!
0:06:15 > 0:06:18I know another poem, about flowers,
0:06:18 > 0:06:23it's written by a famous poet called William Wordsworth.
0:06:23 > 0:06:25It's called Daffodils.
0:06:30 > 0:06:33In this poem, we'll see the lovely daffodils,
0:06:33 > 0:06:36with their yellow trumpets dancing in the wind.
0:06:39 > 0:06:42Are you ready to dance with them?
0:07:03 > 0:07:08I wandered, lonely as a cloud
0:07:08 > 0:07:13that floats on high o'er vales and hills,
0:07:13 > 0:07:17when all at once I saw a crowd,
0:07:17 > 0:07:20a host of golden daffodils.
0:07:28 > 0:07:35Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
0:07:35 > 0:07:37fluttering and dancing in the breeze...
0:07:44 > 0:07:47..continuous as the stars that shine
0:07:47 > 0:07:50and twinkle on the Milky Way...
0:07:53 > 0:07:58..they stretched in never-ending line
0:07:58 > 0:08:01along the margin of a bay.
0:08:03 > 0:08:0710,000 saw I, at a glance,
0:08:07 > 0:08:11tossing their heads in a spritely dance.
0:08:15 > 0:08:19For oft when on my couch I lie,
0:08:19 > 0:08:23in vacant or in pensive mood,
0:08:23 > 0:08:27they flash upon that inward eye
0:08:27 > 0:08:30which is the bliss of solitude.
0:08:31 > 0:08:36And then my heart with pleasure fills
0:08:36 > 0:08:39and dances with the daffodils.
0:08:59 > 0:09:01What a lovely poem!
0:09:01 > 0:09:03Did you enjoy that?
0:09:03 > 0:09:05I love daffodils.
0:09:05 > 0:09:09They're so pretty and brilliantly yellow.
0:09:09 > 0:09:12I love how the poet makes it sound as if daffodils are people
0:09:12 > 0:09:14dancing in the wind.
0:09:16 > 0:09:19When you're out and about in springtime,
0:09:19 > 0:09:22keep your eye out for the daffodils.
0:09:22 > 0:09:26Go up to them and say hello, but don't pick them.
0:09:26 > 0:09:30We want them to stay alive and be beautiful.
0:09:30 > 0:09:31- Bye-bye!- Bye!
0:09:35 > 0:09:36- ALL:- Magic Hands!
0:09:38 > 0:09:41# Just look at my magic
0:09:41 > 0:09:43# My magic hands
0:09:43 > 0:09:45# Make your fingers super-duper. #
0:09:46 > 0:09:48Magic Hands!