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Dr. Josh Thompson (he/him)

Professor Early Childhood Education

Department of Curriculum & Instruction

Office Location: EdSouth 204

Office Hours: By appointment

Phone: 903-886-5537


Professional Vita

Poems, Songs, Nursery Rhymes

Keep a poem in your pocket and a song in your heart

And you'll never be lonely at home or in the dark

Click here for Original Poems by Josh Thompson


Joyful Noise: Poems for Two Voices. ppt

Right along about now, in the heat of a Texas summer,

my brother Bob brings along a reminder of

campfire songs S'mores!

No way! The Hundred IS There! .PPT

Hundred Languages of Children by Loris Malaguzzi

Clap, clap, clap your hands

Clap your hands together (2X)

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (2X)

I like to be in school (or Online) wiith you.

I like to learn a lot

About the kids and how they grow

At school and when they're not.

When ducks get up in the morning

They always say "Good day!" (2X)

Quack, quack, quack, quack,

That is what they say, they say (2X)

Ol' Dan Tucker is a fine ol' man.

Washed his face in a frying pan.

Combed his hair with a wagon wheel.

Died of a toothache in his heel.

Get out the way of Ol' Dan Tucker

He's too late to get his supper.

Supper over, breakfast cooking

Ol' Dan Tucker's out a-lookin'

Pharell  "Happy" on YouTube

Lyrics on Google Play

Hurt No Living Thing

by Christina Rossetti

Hurt no living thing:
Ladybird, nor butterfly,
Nor moth with dusty wing,
Nor cricket chirping cheerily,
Nor grasshopper so light of leap,
Nor dancing gnat, nor beetle fat,
Nor harmless worms that creep.

Deep In The Heart Of Texas

The stars at night, are big and bright,

     (clap, clap, clap, clap) deep in the heart of Texas,

The prairie sky is wide and high,

     (clap, clap, clap, clap) deep in the heart of Texas.

The sage in bloom is like perfume,

     (clap, clap, clap, clap) deep in the heart of Texas,

Reminds me of, the one I love,

     (clap, clap, clap, clap) deep in the heart of Texas.

The coyotes wail, along the trail,

     (clap, clap, clap, clap) deep in the heart of Texas,

The rabbits rush, around the brush,

     (clap, clap, clap, clap) deep in the heart of Texas.

The cowboys cry, "Ki-yip-pee-yi,"

     (clap, clap, clap, clap) deep in the heart of Texas,

The dogies bawl, and bawl and bawl,

     (clap, clap, clap, clap) deep in the heart of Texas.

Keep a Poem in your Pocket

By Beatrice Schenk de Regniers

Keep a poem in your pocket

And a picture in your head

And you’ll never feel lonely

At night when you’re in bed.

The little poem will sing to you

The little picture bring to you

A dozen dreams to dance to you

At night when you’re in bed.

So - -

Keep a picture in your pocket

And a poem in your head

And you’ll never feel lonely

At night when you’re in bed

Heaven's Gate

taught to me by an anonymous 8 year old student

Humble we must be

If to Heaven we go

High is the roof there

But the gate is low

Swiftly Like a Dove

taught to me by an anonymous student

If you need me I'll be there

Mountain high valley low

Swiftly like a dove

Comes on wings of love

I had a mother who read to me
Sagas of pirates who scoured the sea.
Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth;
"Blackbirds" stowed in the hold beneath.
I had a Mother who read me lays
Of ancient and gallant and golden days;
Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,
Which every boy has a right to know.
I had a Mother who read me tales
Of Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales,
True to his trust till his tragic death,
Faithfulness lent with his final breath.
I had a Mother who read me the things
That wholesome life to the boy heart brings-
Stories that stir with an upward touch.
Oh, that each mother of boys were such!
You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be --
I had a Mother who read to me.

Strickland Gillilan (1869–1954)

You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be --
I had a Mother who read to me.

Strickland Gillilan (1869–1954)


I've got a dog and his name is Fido

I have raised him from a pup

He can stand up on his hind legs

If you hold his front legs up


I love to hear the rain come down

Pitter Patter Pit, Pitter Patter Pit

I love to hear it hit the ground

Pitter Patter Pitter Patter Pit

I love to hear the thunder sound


I love to hear it all around


Old Woman

There was an old woman

Once tossed up in a basket

Seventeen times as high as the moon

And where she would wander

I could help not but ask

Wherever she went she carried a broom

Old woman, old woman

Old woman, said I

Whither and whither and which do go thy?

To sweep the cobwebs from the sky

And I'll be with you bye and bye

Chicago, by Carl Sandburg (1916)

Red River Valley

From this valley they say you are going
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
For they say you are taking the sunshine
That has brightened our path for a while

Come and sit by my side if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
But remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy who loved you so true

Won't you think of the valley you're leaving
Oh how lonely, how sad it will be?
Oh think of the fond heart you're breaking
And the grief you are causing to me

As you go to your home by the ocean
May you never forget those sweet hours
That we spent in the Red River Valley
And the love we exchanged mid the flowers


In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine
Dwelt a miner forty niner,
And his daughter Clementine

Chorus: Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.


Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev'ry morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.


Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
But, alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.


How I missed her! How I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
But I kissed her little sister,
I forgot my Clementine.


Take me out to the ball game!

Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don't care if I never get back,
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game.

Jesus Loves Me

Jesus loves me, this I know,
For the Bible tells me so,
Little ones to him belong.
They are weak but he is strong

Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me,
The Bible tells me so.

Psalm 23 The Good Shepherd Psalm

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want

He makes me lie down in green pastures

He restores my soul

He leads me in paths of righteousness

For his name's sake

Even though I walk through

the valley of the shadow of death

I fear no evil for you are with me

Your rod and your staff comfort me

You prepare a table before me

In the presence of my enemies

You anoint my head with oil

My cup overflows

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me

All the days of my life

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

Bear Hunt!

Chorus: We're going on a bear hunt (echo)

We're gonna have a good time (echo)

(together) What a beautiful day!

First we need  a knapsack, then add a little juice.

A cracker, a candle, and a salamander goose.

What else?


We go outside and lock the door, we walk into the field

Swishy, swishy Swishy swishy

We cut across the creek through the mud

Splot splot splot splot

Splash Splash Splash

We shake out on the other side, nice and dry



Look! There's bear mountain. We climb it.

Uhn, uhn uhn uhn!


And walk into a cave.

It's dark in here! We didn't bring a light.

It's cold in here, except along this side.

It's warm, it's furry, it's fuzzy, except right here,

where it's cold and round, wet and slimy

It's a BEAR, let's get outa here!

Row Row Row your boat 

Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.

Mister Rogers' Big Word Version

Propel propel propel your craft

Down the liquid solution

Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically

Existence is but an illusion

Ten Little Monkeys

Ten Little monkeys jumping on a bed,
one jumped up and bumped his head,
Mom called the Doctor and the doctor said
........"no more monkeys jumping on a bed."

Quote from Haim Ginott. (1969). Teacher and Child.

I have come to a frightening conclusion..
I am the decisive element in the classroom.
It is my personal approach that creates the climate.
It is my daily mood that makes the weather.
As a teacher I possess tremendous power

to make a child's life miserable or joyous.
I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration.
I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal.
In all situations, it is my response that decides

whether a crisis will be escalated or de-escalated,
and a child humanized or de-humanized.

You Are My Friend

by Fred Rogers

You are my friend you are special

You are my friend, you're special to me

There's no one else in the whole world like you

You are special.

Happy Thought
by Robert Louis Stevenson

The world is so full of a number of things,

 I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.

How do you like to go up in a swing,
   Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
   Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
   Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
   Over the countryside—
Till I look down on the garden green,
   Down on the roof so brown—
Up in the air I go flying again,
   Up in the air and down!

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