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Our Welcoming Song:
Fanga alafiya ase aseFanga alafiya ase aseFanga alafiya ase aseFanga alafiya ase aseAse aseAse aseAse aseAse ase
*ase is pronounced ah-shay and alafiya a-la-fee-yuh
Hello (ask your child to show you the hand movements for this poem)
Stay awhile, crocodile.Sat hello, rainbow.What's up, buttercup?How are you, kangaroo?Look'in fine, sunshine!Stick around, bassett hound.Be a friend, pelican.Stay and play, manta ray!Let's share, panda bear.And, HI, said the fly!
Simple Gifts (school song)
'Tis a gift to be simple,'Tis a gift to be free.'Tis a gift to come down where we ought to be.And when we find ourselves in the place just right,Twill be in the valley of love and delight.When true simplicity is gained,To bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed.To turn, turnWill be our delight,'Till by turning, turing,We come round right.
Yellow butter (poem)
Yellow butter, purple jelly, red jam, black bread,Spread it thick,Say it quick.Yellow butter, purple jelly, red jam, black bread (quicker)Spread it thicker,Say it quicker.Yellow butter, peurple jelly, red jam, black bread,Now repeat it,While you eat it,Yellow butter, purple jelly, red jam, black breadDON'T TALK WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL!
I'm a Little Acorn
I'm a little acorn round,Lying on the cold, cold ground!Everybody steps on me,That is why I'm cracked you see!I'm a nut (knock your head)I'm a nut (knock your head)I'm a nut (knock your head)I'm nutty!
Five Little Pumpkins
Five little pumpkins sitting on a gate,The first one says, "Oh my it's getting late."The second one says, "There are witches in the air."The third one says, "But we don't care."The fourth one says, "Let's run run run."The fifth one says, "I'm ready for some fun."Then OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO went the wind.And OUT went the lights!And the five little pumpkins rolled out of sight.
Spaghetti Poem
On top of spaghetti all covered with chesseI lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed...ACHOO!It rolled off the table and onto the floorAnd then my poor meatball rolled straight out the doorIt rolled through the garden and under a bushAnd then my poor meatball was nothing but mush!
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