Oh dear, my new fall cycle of Waldorf in the Woods starts in a week and I haven’t even posted songs or a story yet.
Good thing I have such enthusiastic group members who come up with story ideas of their own.
Jaimie put this story together from a poem from Juniper Tree.
THANK YOU JAIMIE. (You can see her blog, M Family Tales, here – and hopefully she’ll be posting about her Waldorf teacher training soon. Incidentally, I’m knitting the same wallaby sweater and loving every moment of it.)
Song recording is pending the assembly of the borrowed piano in the living room. Another thank you to Jaimie for the loan!
Once upon a time, not so long ago and not so far away, there was a boy who lived in a cottage at the edge of a forest. Autumn had come to the forest, and the trees were shedding their gold and copper leaves. A chilly wind made the boy shiver as he watched the leaves dancing by.
Just then, squirrel appeared from under the rustling leaves.
The boy called, “Little squirrel, little squirrel, Won’t you stop and play with me?”
Squirrel cried, “No, no, no, I’m busy you see!
I’m gathering nuts to nibble and crunch,
saving them for winter’s lunch!”
So the squirrel went along his way, but then the boy saw Raccoon scratching around the root of a tree.
The boy called “Raccoon, Raccoon! Won’t you stop and play with me?”
Raccoon cried, “No, no, no, I’m busy you see!
I’m gathering nuts to nibble and crunch,
saving them for winter’s lunch!”
So raccoon went along his way, but then the boy saw little Bear sniffing under a bush.
The boy called “Little bear, little bear! Won’t you stop and play with me?”
Bear cried, “No, no, no, I’m busy you see!
I’m gathering nuts to nibble and crunch,
saving them for winter’s lunch!”
As the bear went along his way, the boy’s mother came out from the cottage.
The boy cried, “Oh mother, everyone is too busy to play with me!”
Mother replied “Never mind dear, come along with me,
For there is plenty to do in the orchard you see!
Gathering apples to nibble and crunch,
saving them for winter’s lunch!”
So the boy went to the orchard with his mother and they cheerfully sang as they gathered as many apples as they could carry.
And if things have not changed, they are still the same today.
