THE SNOWDROP

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 726, 27 July 1929, Page 33

THE SNOWDROP

I’d rather be a snowdrop Than any flower I know; I’d rather be a snowdrop With my head bent low; I would not be a daisy Staring at the sky, For then I’d miss the fairy folk As they tiptoe by. I would not be a sunflower, A lily or a. rose, ‘ I would not be a blossom On any tree that grows; They never see the brownies, They never hear the croon Of little pixie pipers That play beneath the moon. The flowers in my garden Aro very sweet you know, But how 1 love the snowdrop With her head bent low. —Gloria Kawlinson, aged 10. “APPLE TURNOVERS” This game is called apjDle turnovers, because you are supposed to play it with applies, but as you’ll probably want to play it in all seasons I suggest that you use balls instead of apples. All the players in the game stand in a circle, holding the ball in their left hand. At the word “Go” an odd player who is standing aside sings or whistles a tune. To this music all the players walk behind each other in the circle, tossing the ball from their right hand into the left and back again, but never pausing in their march. When the music stops they must pass on their ball to the player in front. If they drop it in doing so they fall out, so also must they fall out if they drop the ball when walking round with it. The last player in takes the place of the singer or whistler, and tho game begins all over again. It’s quite good fun.