Fuzzy Caterpillar
Verse 1
Fuzzy, fuzzy caterpillar crawling, crawling by,
Don’t you know that someday you will be a butterfly?
Don’t you know that someday you will be a butterfly?
Verse 2
Tiny, tiny pollywog swimming ‘round the log,
Don’t you know that someday you’ll grow up to be a frog?
Don’t you know that someday you’ll grow up to be a frog?
The Caterpillar Poem
By Douglas Florian
The caterpillar’s not a cat.
It’s very small
And short and fat,
And with those beady little eyes
Will never win a beauty prize.
The caterpillar’s brain is small –
It only knows to eat and crawl.
But for this creepy bug don’t cry,
It soon will be a butterfly.
Hello Kindergarten and TK students! Today I've posted three songs, two of which are spoken and have a steady beat you can pat or clap to. One is called "Number One, Touch Your Tongue", which rhymes and the second is called "Oliver Jump". It is also a speech piece that you can do the movement for fun! The third is a song called "Silly Street" that's super silly and very fun to learn! It has plenty of rhyme as well. I hope you enjoy these! This is our last week of music online! I hope you have a great summer and that I see you in class in the fall! xoxo Mrs. G
Uploaded May 19, 2020Hello Kindergarten and TK students!
Today I've posted three songs, two of which are spoken and have a steady beat you can pat or clap to. One is called "Number One, Touch Your Tongue", which rhymes and the second is called "Oliver Jump". It is also a speech piece that you can do the movement for fun! The third is a song called "Silly Street" that's super silly and very fun to learn! It has plenty of rhyme as well. I hope you enjoy these! This is our last week of music online! I hope you have a great summer and that I see you in class in the fall! xoxo Mrs. G
Six Little Ducks
Verse 1
Six little ducks that I once knew,
Fat ones, skinny ones, fair ones, too,
*But the one little duck with a feather in his back,
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack -- quack, quack, quack;
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack -- quack, quack, quack.
Verse 2
Down to the river they would go;
Wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble, to and fro, *
Verse 3
Home from the river they would come,
Wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble, ho-hum-hum, *
Ducks in the Rain
By James S. Tippett
Ducks are dabbling in the rain,
Dibbling, dabbling in the rain.
Drops of water from each back
Scatter as ducks flap and quack.
I can only stand and look
From my window at the brook,
For I cannot flap and quack
And scatter raindrops from my back.