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NURSERY
SCHOOL - FLOWERS
by
Joyce Grenfell
Children...
we're going to do our nice 'Moving to Music' this morning,
so let's make a lovely fairy ring, shall we? And then
we'll all be flowers growing in the grass.
Let's make a big circle - spread out - wider - wider -
just finger-tips touching - that's it.
Sue, let go of Neville - Because flowers don't hold hands,
they just touch finger-tips. SUE. Let go of Neville.
And Sue, we don't want GRUMBLERS in our fairy ring, do
we? We only want smilers.
Yes David, you're a smiler - so is Lavinia - and Peggy
and Geoffrey. Yes, you're all smilers.
QUIET, PLEASE.
Don't get so excited.
And Sue is going to be a smiler too, aren't you Sue? That's
better.
George... don't do that!
Now then, let's all put on our Thinking Caps, shall
we, and think what flower we are going to choose to be.
Lavinia? - What flower are you?
A bluebell. Good.
Peggy?
A red rose. That,s nice.
Neville?
A wild rose. Well done, Neville!
Sidney? - Sidney, pay attention, dear, and don't pummel
Rosemary - what flower are you going to choose to be?
A horse isn't a flower, Sidney.
No children, it isn't funny, it's very silly. If Sidney
can't think of a better flower than that we'll have to
go on to someone else until he can.
Now then Sue, what are you?
Another rose! Oh I have got a lovely bunch
of roses, haven't I? Peggy is a red one and Neville
is a wild one, so I expect you are a beautiful
white one, aren't you?
Oh, you're another red one! I see... Now then Sidney?
A carrot isn't a fiower, Sidney. Think dear,
and don't blow like that. How about a tulip?
A holly-leaf isn't a flower, Sidney. All right, you'd
better be a holly-leaf.
Now, children, listen very carefully. Elvis, stop bouncing,
please.
No, bouncing isn't dancing, Elvis. Don't argue, dear -
just stop bouncing. You watch the others - you'll see.
When Miss Boulting plays her music I want you all to get
up on to your tipmost toes, light as feathers, and dance
away all over the room where-ever the music takes you.
And remember: you are all lovely flowers in the grass.
Everybody ready?
Justa minute, Miss Boulting.
Sidney - come here, please.
What have you got in your mouth?
I can't hear a word you're saying, Sidney, so go out of
the room and spit it out, whatever it is, and then come
back and tell me what it was. And Sidney. Both feet. Don't
hop.
Now then, children, we're not going to wait for a boy
who puts things in his mouth like a baby - we're going
to be lovely flowers growing in the grass, and the sun
is shining down on us to make us grow tall and beautiful
and - Geoffrey, stand up - flowers don't look backwards
through their legs, do they?
What flower are you?
A fat daisy! Good.
Hazel, what do we do with our heads?
We hold them up... I should think so.
Come in, Sidney!
COME IN. There's no need to knock the door down, is there?
Now what did you have in your mouth?
It can't have been nothing, Sidney, because I distinctly
saw something.
Yes, I know it's nothing now but what was it then?
A big button! Well, I'm very glad you spat it out,
aren't you?
You didn't? Do you feel all right, Sidney? Sure?
Well, get back into your place, then. Incidentally, where
did you get the button? Off Rosemary's pink frock. I'm
ashamed of you, Sidney, a big boy of four to go around
eating buttons off little girls' frocks. What flower are
you going to be? I've forgotten. You'd better be a hollyhock.
No, you can't be a super-jet, and if you are going
to be a crosspatch you'd better go and sit down over there
till you are a nice boy again. You can be thinking what
flower you are going to be. Go along...
George -what did I say before? Well, don't... Come along,
children. Listen carefully to the music and then dance
like a flower to it.
We're ready at last, Miss Boulting. I'm so sorry.
One-two- Off we go.
Dance, Neville, don't just stand there. Dance.
Head up, Hazel, and use your arms.
Peggy, dear - don't forget to breathe.
Rhythm, George. And cheer up - you're a happy flower,
George.
Yes, you are.
Because I say so.
Oh good, Sidney, I knew you'd think of something.
All right, you shall be a cauliflower - only be it gently. |
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