0:00:05 > 0:00:09Hello! Come on, everybody, take a seat.
0:00:13 > 0:00:15- Woo! - BOTH: Hello!
0:00:15 > 0:00:18- BOTH:- Hello!
0:00:18 > 0:00:21Wiggle your fingers and cross your feet.
0:00:24 > 0:00:26Are you ready?
0:00:26 > 0:00:31One, two, three, watch me.
0:00:31 > 0:00:35Four, five, six, I've got some tricks.
0:00:36 > 0:00:41Seven, eight, nine, it's almost time.
0:00:41 > 0:00:43Ten!
0:00:43 > 0:00:45ALL: Magic Hands!
0:00:45 > 0:00:48# Just look at my magic
0:00:48 > 0:00:50# My magic hands
0:00:50 > 0:00:54# Make your fingers super-duper. #
0:00:54 > 0:00:56Magic Hands!
0:01:00 > 0:01:01BOTH: Hello.
0:01:01 > 0:01:03My name is...
0:01:05 > 0:01:08And my name is...
0:01:11 > 0:01:14Look at what my hands can do.
0:01:14 > 0:01:16Oh, look.
0:01:16 > 0:01:19It's a leaf.
0:01:19 > 0:01:21But it isn't green.
0:01:21 > 0:01:25It's all brown and crispy.
0:01:25 > 0:01:28Look!
0:01:28 > 0:01:31I love autumn.
0:01:38 > 0:01:41I know a poem about autumn.
0:01:41 > 0:01:44It was written by John Keats.
0:01:44 > 0:01:48Hold on. Isn't John Keats a famous poet?
0:01:48 > 0:01:51He wrote a lot of other poems, too.
0:01:51 > 0:01:55I love his poem, A Song About Myself.
0:01:55 > 0:01:58- Do you want to hear that first? - Ooh, yes.
0:01:58 > 0:01:59Are you ready?
0:02:22 > 0:02:25There was a naughty boy
0:02:25 > 0:02:28A naughty boy was he
0:02:28 > 0:02:30He would not stop at home
0:02:30 > 0:02:33He could not quiet be
0:02:35 > 0:02:37He took in his knapsack
0:02:39 > 0:02:43A book full of vowels
0:02:44 > 0:02:47And a shirt with some towels
0:02:48 > 0:02:50A slight cap
0:02:52 > 0:02:53For night cap
0:02:55 > 0:02:57A hair brush
0:02:57 > 0:02:59Comb ditto
0:02:59 > 0:03:02New stockings
0:03:02 > 0:03:03For old ones
0:03:03 > 0:03:05Would split-o!
0:03:07 > 0:03:09This knapsack
0:03:09 > 0:03:11Tight at's back
0:03:11 > 0:03:12He rivetted close
0:03:14 > 0:03:16And followed his nose
0:03:16 > 0:03:21To the north To the north
0:03:21 > 0:03:22And followed his nose
0:03:22 > 0:03:24To the north.
0:03:33 > 0:03:35There was a naughty boy
0:03:35 > 0:03:38And a naughty boy was he
0:03:38 > 0:03:42For nothing would he do but scribble poetry
0:03:43 > 0:03:46He took an ink stand in his hand
0:03:46 > 0:03:49And a pen, big as ten, in the other
0:03:58 > 0:04:01And away in a pother he ran
0:04:01 > 0:04:04To the mountains And fountains
0:04:04 > 0:04:06And ghostes And postes
0:04:06 > 0:04:09And witches And ditches
0:04:09 > 0:04:11And wrote In his coat
0:04:11 > 0:04:13When the weather as cool
0:04:13 > 0:04:14Fear of gout
0:04:15 > 0:04:18And without When the weather was warm
0:04:18 > 0:04:21Och, the charm When we choose
0:04:21 > 0:04:25To follow one's nose To the north
0:04:25 > 0:04:26To the north
0:04:26 > 0:04:28To follow one's nose
0:04:28 > 0:04:30To the north!
0:04:43 > 0:04:47I love that poem. I don't think he was a naughty boy.
0:04:47 > 0:04:50He was just excited to explore the world.
0:04:50 > 0:04:54When that boy grew up, he became a really famous poet.
0:04:54 > 0:04:56He wrote many beautiful poems.
0:04:58 > 0:05:03And there's one that describes the season autumn as if it's a person.
0:05:04 > 0:05:07Would you like to hear the poem?
0:05:07 > 0:05:13It's by John Keats again and it's called To Autumn.
0:05:13 > 0:05:14Are you ready?
0:05:30 > 0:05:36Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
0:05:36 > 0:05:40Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun
0:05:40 > 0:05:44Conspiring with him how to load and bless
0:05:44 > 0:05:48With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run
0:05:51 > 0:05:55To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees
0:05:58 > 0:06:02And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core
0:06:05 > 0:06:09To swell the gourd and plump the hazel shells
0:06:09 > 0:06:12With a sweet kernel
0:06:16 > 0:06:19To set budding more
0:06:19 > 0:06:20And still more
0:06:20 > 0:06:23Later flowers for the bees
0:06:28 > 0:06:33Until they think warm days will never cease
0:06:33 > 0:06:38For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
0:06:53 > 0:06:56Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
0:06:59 > 0:07:04Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find thee
0:07:04 > 0:07:08Sitting careless on a granary floor
0:07:08 > 0:07:12Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind
0:07:13 > 0:07:18Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep
0:07:18 > 0:07:21Drows'd with the fume of poppies
0:07:21 > 0:07:24While thy hook spares the next swath
0:07:24 > 0:07:26And all its twined flowers
0:07:28 > 0:07:32And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep steady
0:07:32 > 0:07:35Thy laden head across a brook
0:07:35 > 0:07:41Or by a cyder-press, with patient look
0:07:41 > 0:07:48Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
0:08:06 > 0:08:09Where are the songs of Spring?
0:08:09 > 0:08:12Aye, where are they?
0:08:12 > 0:08:17Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
0:08:18 > 0:08:21SHEEP BLEAT
0:08:22 > 0:08:26And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn
0:08:26 > 0:08:29CRICKETS CHIRP
0:08:30 > 0:08:35Hedge-crickets sing and now with treble soft
0:08:37 > 0:08:41The redbreast whistles from the garden-croft...
0:08:41 > 0:08:43BIRDSONG
0:08:43 > 0:08:47And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
0:09:02 > 0:09:04What a lovely poem.
0:09:04 > 0:09:09I love how the poet makes it sound as if autumn is a person.
0:09:14 > 0:09:17Why don't you have a go at writing a poem?
0:09:17 > 0:09:23It could be about you or your garden, or even the seaside.
0:09:23 > 0:09:27Anything! Go on, give it a go.
0:09:27 > 0:09:29- BOTH:- Bye.
0:09:31 > 0:09:34Magic Hands!
0:09:34 > 0:09:36# Just look at my magic
0:09:36 > 0:09:39# My magic hands
0:09:39 > 0:09:42# Make your fingers super duper. #
0:09:42 > 0:09:44Magic Hands!