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 http://faculty.tamuc.edu/jthompson/poems
Right along about now, in the heat of a Texas summer, my brother Bob brings along a reminder of campfire songs https://www.scoutsongs.com/ S'mores! |
No way! The Hundred IS There! .PPT Hundred Languages of Children by Loris Malaguzzi |
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' |
by Christina Rossetti Hurt no living thing: |
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Deep In The Heart Of Texas https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGF4ibgcHQE 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. |
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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 Strickland Gillilan (1869–1954) |
You may have tangible wealth untold; Strickland Gillilan (1869–1954) |
Fido 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 Rain 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 BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! I love to hear it all around BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! |
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) http://connect.tamuc.edu/chicago/ Red River Valley From this valley they say you are going |
Clementine In a cavern, in a canyon,
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Take me out to the ball game! Take me out to the ball game, |
Jesus Loves Me Jesus loves me, this I know, Yes, Jesus loves me, |
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? Chorus 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 brlrlrlrlrlrlrlrlrlrlrlrlrlrlr Chorus Look! There's bear mountain. We climb it. Uhn, uhn uhn uhn! Chorus 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 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, |
Quote from Haim Ginott. (1969). Teacher and Child. I have come to a frightening conclusion.. to make a child's life miserable or joyous. whether a crisis will be escalated or de-escalated, |
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 The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings. |
The Swing By Robert Louis Stevenson
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! |