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The Blue Coat A Jewish folktale - closely based on the retelling
by UK teller Hugh Lupton
Long ago in a cold country in Europe- a country where you need a very warm coat in the chilly
months, a family had a little baby boy.
The grandfather of the baby was a tailor- someone who makes clothes for a living. He
bought some beautiful warm blue cloth and he stitched a big cosy baby's blanket for
his grandson. With every stitch, the grandfather put his love into the blanket. When that baby
boy was wrapped in that blanket he felt like he was being hugged, even when he was lying
alone in his cot.
As the little boy grew, he learned to crawl and then toddle and then walk and wherever
he went he would drag that beautiful blue blanket with him.
One day, his mother shook her head and waggled her finger and she said
"Dear, dear, dear, that baby's blanket is nearly worn out!
We'd better get it fixed."
So they took it back to granddad. He lay it on the table,
got out his best scissors, cut out the best parts and fitted them together,
piecing one part to another part,
until he had made the boy a beautiful blue coat!
Oh that boy, he loved that blue coat!
He wore it in the sunshine, he wore it in the rain.
He wore it in the wind and he wore it in the snow.
He ran and jumped and skipped and twirled in it.
He splashed through the puddles and he rolled in the mud.
Until one day... his mother she shook her head and she waggled her finger and she said,
'Dear, dear, dear. That blue coat is nearly worn out, we'd better get it fixed."
So they took it back to granddad. He lay it on the table,
got out his best scissors, cut out the best parts and fitted them together,
piecing one part to another part, until he had made him a beautiful
blue waistcoat!
Oh that boy, he loved that blue waistcoat!
He wore it in the sunshine, he wore it in the rain.
He wore it in the wind and he wore it in the snow.
He ran and jumped and skipped and twirled in it.
He splashed through the puddles and he rolled in the mud.
Until one day... his mother she shook her head and she waggled her finger and she said,
'Dear, dear, dear. That blue waistcoat is nearly worn out, we'd better get it fixed."
So they took it back to granddad. He lay it on the table,
got out his best scissors, cut out the best parts and fitted them together,
piecing one part to another part, until he had made him a beautiful
blue hat!
Oh that boy, he loved that blue hat!
He wore it in the sunshine, he wore it in the rain.
He wore it in the wind and he wore it in the snow.
He ran and jumped and skipped and twirled in it.
He splashed through the puddles and he rolled in the mud.
Until one day... his mother she shook her head and she waggled her finger and she said,
'Dear, dear, dear. That blue hat is nearly worn out, we'd better get it fixed."
So they took it back to granddad. He lay it on the table,
got out his best scissors, cut out the best parts and fitted them together,
piecing one part to another part, until he had made him a beautiful blue bow-tie!
Oh that boy, he loved that blue bow-tie!
He wore it in the sunshine, he wore it in the rain.
He wore it in the wind and he wore it in the snow.
He ran and jumped and skipped and twirled in it.
He splashed through the puddles and he rolled in the mud.
Until one day... his mother she shook her head and she waggled her finger and she said,
'Dear, dear, dear. That blue bow-tie is nearly worn out, we'd better get it fixed."
So they took it back to granddad. He lay it on the table,
got out his best scissors, cut out the best parts and fitted them together,
piecing one part to another part, until he had made him a beautiful blue button!
Oh that boy, he loved that blue button!
He wore it in the sunshine, he wore it in the rain.
He wore it in the wind
and he wore it in the snow. He ran and jumped and skipped and twirled
in it. He splashed through the puddles and he rolled
in the mud.
Until one day... his mother she shook her head and she waggled her finger and she said,
'Dear, dear, dear. That blue button is nearly worn out, we'd better get it fixed."
So they took it back to granddad. He lay it on the table,
got out his best scissors, cut out the best parts and fitted them together,
piecing one part to another part, until he had made him a beautiful story: a
story of the blue coat!
That boy loved that story SO much, he told it to his friends and family. They told it
to their friends and family, and they told it to me.
Now I've just told that story to you, so now you can tell it to your friends and family:
the story of 'The Blue Coat'.