tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230503213872645559.post6849962652760613844..comments2024-02-05T15:53:38.812+00:00Comments on Orkney Archive - get dusty: Baton a hot Orkney Evening.Archiverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01793448625030209827noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230503213872645559.post-59822897842180492332014-08-07T13:34:29.825+01:002014-08-07T13:34:29.825+01:00The last singing game reminds me of one that my mo...The last singing game reminds me of one that my mother (who will be 91 at the end of this month) used to sing to us when we were kids. It was played in a similar way--the children would stand in a ring, hands joined, with a space between. The "bluebird" would circle the ring, weaving in and out, as the children sang<br />"Bluebird, bluebird, in and out the window<br />Bluebird, bluebird, in and out the window<br />Bluebird, bluebird, in and out the window<br />Oh, Johnny, I am tired!"<br />Then the bluebird would tap the child closest to him at the end of the song, and they would chase around the circle. If the bluebird got home safely to the place where Johnny left the ring, he was safe and Johnny became the bluebird.<br /><br />That is a gorgeous map, up there, too!<br /><br />Sue.GenKnithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12968867557397120634noreply@blogger.com