Melody Time Page #2

It was a mighty big, fierce place

for a man to face.

A little man, and all alone,

without no knife, without no gun.

Though the forest is dark and wide,

with fearsome critters on every side,

Johnny just kept walking on.

He walked until he found

a spot of open ground

with fertile soil and warm breeze,

a likely place for apple trees.

The varmints couldn't know

if John was friend or foe.

Some took off in sudden flight.

And some got set to claw and bite.

If Johnny saw them, he paid no heed,

just got busy planting apple seed.

Varmints came from everywhere

to watch him digging there.

Didn't like what they were seeing,

didn't trust no human being.

That ornery human had to go.

But who was going to tell him so?

Not a soul could answer that till

there came a black and white cat.

He weren't too bright

but he didn't care.

He knowed he had a certain air

about him.

Well, sir, that done it.

The critters had never seen that,

the likes of a human liking that cat.

Why, this little man had busted

every precedent.

He was the very first to come

without no knife, without no gun.

And so it was, from that time on,

every varmint was a friend to John.

They surely was.

The Lord is good to me

And so I thank the Lord

For giving me the things I need

The sun and rain and apple seed

Yes, he is good to me

As time went by,

Johnny kept planting his apple trees

and making friends everywhere.

His best friends were the pioneers,

for he was planting more than trees.

He was planting

his own boundless faith and courage.

That gave folks new heart,

new hope in the job they had to do.

As more pioneers came

to push back the forest,

the kindly deeds

of Johnny Appleseed

spread throughout the land.

More than once, with a good jubilee,

folks would honour

Johnny Appleseed

and the fruit of the apple tree.

Come out to the right of the ring.

Inside arch.

Ain't gonna rain, got no thunder.

First and third, follow swing.

Come out of the ring.

I'll swing yours and you swing mine.

I'll swing my girl.

Go straight to a do-si-do

kicking out dough.

A little bit of roll, home we go.

If John was passing, he'd mosey over

and look in on the doings.

It tickled him how the fruit of

his labours brought folks together.

Now, duck for the apple.

Thank you, son. Apple core!

Bite that apple to the core.

Ready now.

Men left with the left hand.

Back to your partner

Whirl them right, whirl them wrong,

right then left. Apple core!

Look at the pretty girl's eye

once more.

Come and get it! The table's set!

It's all waiting to be ate.

Come and get it!

- Apple pickle.

- Mighty tasty.

- Apple butter.

- Apple pastry.

- Apple dumplings.

- Like some apple sass?

Johnny brought folks

a heap of happiness.

He wasn't looking for thanks.

Didn't have time for it.

He knowed a man can't rest

if he aims to plant the wilderness

in apple trees.

So for more than 40 years,John

walked and planted that old frontier.

40 years of walking and planting.

In that space of two score year,

this little man throwed his shadow

clear across the land,

across 1 00,000 miles square.

In that shadow everywhere,

he left his blessings three.

God and faith

And the apple tree

For sleeping,

you take the cake. Get up.

- We've a long trip to make.

- Why, Mr Angel, howdy do?

- I'm fine. And how be you?

- I'm fine.Just feeling...

Who's that, sleeping in the dusk?

- That's just your mortal husk.

- My husk?

You mean to say I'm...

I'm passed away?

I just can't go!

Got crops to harvest, seeds to sow.

Now, now, now, hold on, boy!

Down here on earth,

your work is through.

But yonder, well,

we need you,Johnny.

Yep, we sure do.

You think we have

most all we please, but we ain't.

We're kind of short on apple trees.

Well, I swan!

I didn't know. What are we waiting

for? Come on, let's go!

We're wasting time, let's get going

Get them apple trees growing

There's a lot of work up there to do

There's a lot of work to do!

Now you know why,

whenever I see that certain sky,

I think of little John.

If you recall, them clouds

ain't really clouds at all.

They're apple blossoms if you please

from John's heavenly orchard

of apple trees.

And some day

there'll be apples there

For everyone in the world to share

The Lord is good to me!

There's drama, excitement

and harmony for three

in this story of adventure

on the sea.

Featured in this epic

is a ship of proud design.

It's not this ocean liner,

we take a different line.

With a huff, a puff, a chug-chug-chug

and a perky little hoot,

we introduce our hero,

the tugboat, Little Toot.

Little Toot was just a tug

A happy harbour tug

He came from a line

of tugboats fine and brave

But it seems that Little Toot

Simply didn 't give a hoot

Though he tried to be good

He never could behave

Heave-ho, my lad!

I'm a big toot just like my dad

Pull big boats with a yo-heave-ho

And away we go

Chug-a-chug-chug-chug

He made the ocean liners wait

While he made a figure 8

With the greatest of ease

He cut through the seas

He went too far one day

He slid in Big Toot's way

And it wasn 't a joke

For it nearly broke Big Toot's pride

Won 't you ever grow up, Little Toot?

Won 't you ever grow up, Little Toot?

When there's work to be done

All you think of is fun

Won 't you ever grow up, Little Toot?

Little Toot had quite a scare

He decided then and there

That he'd try to be good

As good as he could be

So when his dad came puffing slow

With a mighty ship in tow

Little Toot went to help him

Take it out to sea

Heave-ho, my lad!

I'm a big toot just like my dad

Push big boats with a yo-heave-ho!

And away we go!

Chug-a-chug-chug-chug

Won 't you ever grow up, Little Toot?

Won 't you ever grow up, Little Toot?

When you get into trouble

You get into it double

Won 't you ever grow up, Little Toot?

What a shame, what a shame

You've disgraced your father's name

Won 't you ever grow up

Little Toot?

1 2 MILE LIMI Bad boy!

Shame!

Too bad!

He was drifting all around

When a storm came crashing down

In the billowing sea he tossed

He was filled with fear

He knew the rocks were near

With the waves in pursuit

Little Toot knew all was lost

Then he saw a rocket's flare

Bursting in the air

And he suddenly knew

That he must do or die

A ship was in distress

As he puffed an SOS

He raced to the rescue

Of the ship nearby

Try!

Do or die!

It seems you've grown up, Little Toot

Toot toot!

You're a brave

You're a brave Little Toot

Can 't you hear that cheering crowd?

You have made your daddy proud

You are now a big toot, Little Toot

Yes, you're now

a great big toot, Little Toot!

There's poetry in trees.

Then one day a poet found it.

Then a music master

wove around it a melody.

An artist touched it, gave it form

in colours rich and warm.

Now we bring to you these three,

poem, picture, melody.

A simple tribute to a tree.

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree

A tree whose hungry mouth

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