Spring (alone on platform).— Last night I received a message From Winter,—now grown so old— "Now they sigh for Springtime's coming; So I came at once, tho' hurried. Don't I know how children look Waking all my children dear, First, the tiny buds must waken, I must call them first of all; They'll at once begin their growing; Hear them answer to my call. (Raises hand to mouth and calls gently. Enter Buds.) Buds. We are the buds, And all winter long Mother Tree sang to us This lullaby song. (They sing first stanza of "Rock-a-bye," from "Song and Study," by Bertha F. Vella.) Rock-a-bye babies, in a tree-top, When the wind blows, the cradle will rock; What is this the green leaves say? Green leaves and children gaily say, (Leaves pass to the right of Spring. Enter Blossom.) Blossoms.-We are the blossoms That were wrapped snug and warm Safe from all harm. With spring's call we opened, So bright and so gay, To assist in this welcome (Leaves and Blossoms march around an imaginary rectangle, Leaves around one side, Blossoms around the other. They meet in the center at back. Spring stands in center of rectangle. Leaves and Blossoms march, two by two, one right, one left, and around rectangle. Halt in line on front of rectangle. A space is left in center for Spring to be seen, a little back of them. Blossoms and Leaves sing. Tune, "Wake, Says the Sunshine," in Clara Beeson Hubbard's "Merry Songs and Games.") Wake, Spring was calling, O, wake up, my pets; The people are waiting For us to bring cheer And gladness unto them Our part of the year. Why, we must be clad in our To brighten Old Earth On glad Arbor day. Chorus:-Tra, la, la, la, la, la, etc. (Blossoms and Leaves skip two and two around rectangle while singing tra, la, la, coming back in line for second stanza.) Now Arbor day's here, And we've all done our best First Child.—I am the Oak! For ages I've stood Acknowledged by all to be king of the wood, Second Child.-I am the Willow tree! Bending low, I seem to be bearing a burden of woe; Third Child.-I am the Pine tree! Gracious and green, The balsamic breath of the odorous pine. Fourth Child.-I am the Palm tree! Yea, and I stand; But the dates that I bear the children love best. Fifth Child.—I am the Aspen tree! Who can explain But the fact is it's all just because of its leaves. Sixth Child.-I am the Cedar tree! Ho! I can tell A tale that I'm sure you will like pretty well. Together.—We are the Trees! Our story we've told, Story of the Apple. (Recitation illustrated by a branch of apple blossoms and a basket of apples.) By MALANA A. HARRIS. It comes as a beautiful blossom in spring, |