(about the days of the week)

Come close, children, and hear my tale.
I am old, as old as cliff and dale,
And wise, for I was a wizard's bear
And learnt more spells than I should care
To count or tell!

Yes! I can make a giant creep,
Change a simple puddle to a fathomless deep,
But these are spells I seldom choose:
For the magic I prefer to use
Heals and makes well!

Come close, children: now we'll play!
See in this box: small trees of clay
Small bears of wood, like simple toys.
But these are not simple, girls and boys-
Soon you'll discover why!

See them yawn and stretch as the spell takes hold!
See the trees put on leaves, the bears grow bold,
See my magic box like a scene unfold
The planets spin, the stars untold
Ride across the sky!

Now we are ready: the theatre bell rings.
The bears are waiting in the wings
To tell a story of ancient fame,
Of how each week day got its name,
Of the planets that circle round the sun.
Hush, my dears, the play has begun!

On to the Bear Theatre Back to Birch Tree Road