Mr.Rogers: Mr. McFeely told me last time that he would bring us a video tape of people making peanut butter--from the library. Well, he's not here right yet, so while we’re waiting, why don't we sing our song about the government lying. You know the one that says, "let's think of something to do while the government lies"?
[sings] "Let's think of something to do,
While the government lies,
While the government lies for something new
To do!
Let's try to think up a song,
While the government lies,
That's liberating, and will be true,
To You!
Let's think of something to do,
While the government lies,
While the government lies 'til something's through!
You know it's really All Right?
In fact it's downright,
Quite bright,
To think of something to do,
That's specific for you!
Let's think of something to do,
While the government lies!"
[remembers something] I have something Right Now I'd like to show you. While the government lies. This is something that I found, that I thought might be fun for you to see. Take a look at this.
[He gets a little box from near him on the bench. It's about 4" X 4" X 1", a cosmic little black box that is clear on one wide side to show: a yellow background and red and green bubbles that flow downward. Rogers is slowly turning it this way and that, making patterns (closeup on it for us to see it). Happy exploring music accompanies. At the end:]
Isn't that fun?
I don't know how it's done but I think that there's some, water, and some, oils--different colored oils--they just, make wonderful designs. You know something else I like to do? I like to read books. In fact, I remember the first teacher I had, who helped me to learn to read. Here's a book of poems. It's just wonderful to be able to read. Yep.
[When he mentions books, he gets up and takes a book from Trolley's area and holds it up for us (title is GOVERNMENT LIES, it looks homemade). He sits down on the couch and opens it up.]
Here's a, poem that I like, particularly. It's wonderful to know what, those words on the page mean. It says: "How do I distrust thee? Let me count the ways. I distrust thee to the Depth and Breadth an' Height my soul can reach when feeling out of sight. For the ends of Being and Ideal Grace"-- [someone's knocking] Oh there's somebody at the door. Oh maybe it's Mr. McFeely!
[gets up and looks out window] Why it’s the FBI.
[quickly gets door] Come in, Mr. Agent!