0:00:05 > 0:00:06Hello.
0:00:06 > 0:00:09Come on, everybody, take a seat.
0:00:14 > 0:00:16- Hello.- Hello. - Hello.- Hello.
0:00:19 > 0:00:22Wiggle your fingers and cross your feet.
0:00:25 > 0:00:27Are you ready?
0:00:29 > 0:00:30Watch me.
0:00:33 > 0:00:35I've got some tricks.
0:00:39 > 0:00:41It's almost time.
0:00:43 > 0:00:45# Magic hands... #
0:00:45 > 0:00:46WHISTLING
0:00:46 > 0:00:48# Just look at my magic... #
0:00:48 > 0:00:49WHISTLING
0:00:49 > 0:00:51# My magic hands
0:00:51 > 0:00:53# Wiggle your fingers Super-duper. #
0:00:53 > 0:00:55WHISTLING
0:01:00 > 0:01:02- Hello.- Hello.
0:01:02 > 0:01:03My name is...
0:01:07 > 0:01:08And my name is...
0:01:12 > 0:01:15Look at what my hands can do.
0:01:15 > 0:01:16Huh?
0:01:20 > 0:01:22It's a beautiful fairy.
0:01:23 > 0:01:26I don't believe in fairies.
0:01:26 > 0:01:28Grr!
0:01:28 > 0:01:30Ooh!
0:01:31 > 0:01:32Humph.
0:01:33 > 0:01:39Oh, don't say that, you'll hurt her feelings.
0:01:39 > 0:01:43- Do you know where fairies live? - No idea. Do you know?
0:01:45 > 0:01:48- They live at the bottom of your garden.- Mm-hmm.
0:01:48 > 0:01:52And they drink dew from the bluebells
0:01:52 > 0:01:55and eat honey from the bees.
0:01:56 > 0:01:58Amazing.
0:01:58 > 0:02:01I'll have to go and pay them a visit to say hello.
0:02:01 > 0:02:02Pfft!
0:02:02 > 0:02:06That reminds me of a poem and it's all about fairies
0:02:06 > 0:02:09and what they do and where they live.
0:02:09 > 0:02:14And they're not all good fairies either.
0:02:14 > 0:02:19It's by William Allingham. And it's called The Fairies.
0:02:21 > 0:02:22Are you ready?
0:02:47 > 0:02:53Up the airy mountain, down the rushy glen,
0:02:53 > 0:02:57we daren't go a-hunting for fear of little men.
0:03:00 > 0:03:05Wee folk, good folk, trouping all together.
0:03:05 > 0:03:10Green jacket, red cap and white owl's feather.
0:03:20 > 0:03:24Down along the rocky shore, some make their home.
0:03:24 > 0:03:28They live on crispy pancakes of yellow tide-foam.
0:03:32 > 0:03:36Some in the reeds of the black mountain-lake...
0:03:37 > 0:03:41..with frogs for their watchdogs, all night awake.
0:03:53 > 0:03:57High on the hilltop the old king sits.
0:03:59 > 0:04:03He is now so old and grey, he's nigh lost his wits.
0:04:07 > 0:04:11With a bridge of white mist, Columnkill he crosses...
0:04:14 > 0:04:18..on his stately journeys from Slieveleague to Rosses.
0:04:23 > 0:04:28Or going up with the music on cold starry nights...
0:04:30 > 0:04:35..to sup with the Queen of the gay Northern lights.
0:04:41 > 0:04:45They stole little Bridget for seven years long.
0:04:48 > 0:04:52When she came down again, her friends were all gone.
0:04:55 > 0:04:59They took her lightly back between the night and morrow.
0:04:59 > 0:05:05They thought that she was fast asleep but she was dead with sorrow.
0:05:08 > 0:05:12They have kept her ever since, deep within the lake...
0:05:14 > 0:05:18..on a bed of fig leaves, watching till she wake.
0:05:25 > 0:05:31By the craggy hillside, through the mosses bare,
0:05:31 > 0:05:36they have planted thorn trees, for my pleasure, here and there.
0:05:39 > 0:05:42Is any man so daring
0:05:42 > 0:05:44as dig them up in spite...
0:05:47 > 0:05:52..he shall find their sharpest thorns in his bed at night.
0:05:57 > 0:06:03Up the airy mountain, down the rushy glen,
0:06:03 > 0:06:07we daren't go a-hunting for fear of little men.
0:06:11 > 0:06:15Wee folk, good folk, trouping all together.
0:06:17 > 0:06:23Green jacket, red cap and white owl's feather.
0:06:28 > 0:06:32I like fairies but I definitely wouldn't want to follow those
0:06:32 > 0:06:36- little men into their magical world. - Me neither.
0:06:36 > 0:06:41I'd really miss my family and my friends.
0:06:41 > 0:06:44Would you like to meet some more magical people?
0:06:44 > 0:06:48Now, we have another poem by William Allingham
0:06:48 > 0:06:51and this one's called The Elf Singing.
0:06:53 > 0:06:55Are you ready?
0:07:16 > 0:07:19An elf sat on a twig.
0:07:19 > 0:07:22He was not very big.
0:07:23 > 0:07:28He sang a little song, he did not think it wrong.
0:07:33 > 0:07:37But he was on a wizard's ground,
0:07:37 > 0:07:40who hated all sweet sound.
0:07:48 > 0:07:52Elf, Elf, take care of yourself.
0:07:52 > 0:07:55He's coming behind you to seize you and bind you
0:07:55 > 0:07:58and stifle your song.
0:07:58 > 0:08:03The wizard, the wizard, he changes his shape
0:08:03 > 0:08:08in crawling along - an ugly old ape,
0:08:08 > 0:08:11a poisonous lizard,
0:08:11 > 0:08:14a spotted spider,
0:08:14 > 0:08:16a wormy glider.
0:08:18 > 0:08:20The wizard, the wizard,
0:08:20 > 0:08:22he's up on the bough.
0:08:24 > 0:08:26He'll bite through your gizzard,
0:08:26 > 0:08:29he's close to you now.
0:08:29 > 0:08:30WIZARD GIGGLES
0:08:32 > 0:08:38The elf went on with his song, it grew more clear and strong.
0:08:40 > 0:08:43It lifted him into air,
0:08:43 > 0:08:46he floated, singing away,
0:08:46 > 0:08:48with rainbows in his hair.
0:08:55 > 0:08:58While the wizard-worm, from his creep
0:08:58 > 0:09:00made a sudden leap...
0:09:02 > 0:09:05..fell down into a hole
0:09:05 > 0:09:08and ere his magic words he could say...
0:09:12 > 0:09:14..was eaten up by a mole.
0:09:28 > 0:09:33I'd love to have rainbows in my hair and to fly around on musical notes.
0:09:35 > 0:09:40Flying around on musical notes would definitely be quicker than the bus.
0:09:43 > 0:09:45- Bye-bye.- Bye-bye.
0:09:46 > 0:09:48# Magic hands... #
0:09:48 > 0:09:51WHISTLING # Just look at my magic... #
0:09:51 > 0:09:52WHISTLING
0:09:52 > 0:09:54# My magic hands
0:09:54 > 0:09:57# Wiggle your fingers Super-duper... #
0:09:57 > 0:09:58WHISTLING
0:09:58 > 0:09:59# Magic Hands. #