Fun Rhymes and Songs

Bees
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We started back at our schoolwork this morning after taking several weeks off. We had an extra light day and I split up lessons with some neat rhymes I found in "A Child's Seasonal Treasury" by Betty Jones.




Beehive


Here is the beehive, where are the bees? (Hold out clenched fist)

Hidden away where nobody sees! (Look at fist; shake head "no.")

Here they come creeping out of the hive, (Open fist slowly, gradually
extend fingers.)
One, two, three, four, five,

ZOOM, ZOOM, ZOOM, see they're alive! (Flutter fingers all around.)

Horse
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My Horses

My white horses like to step
Peaceful and slow,
Over mountains, through valleys,
So upright they go.

My brown horses merrily
Trot in the sun,
With their silver hooves beating
The ground as they run.

My black horses gallop
With courage around,
And they throw up their heads
As they hammer the ground.

(Children enact horse movements as described, my kids ran around in a circle in the livingroom)

Bird
Originally uploaded by pwinn.

Little Birdie

I saw a little birdie coming hop, hop, hop!
And I said, "Little Birdie, won't you stop, stop, stop?
Won't you stop a moment and play with me?"
But he wagged his little tail and away flew he!
(Beginning in a circle, children hold their hands under their armpits like wings, hop, stop, and fly away.)

Big Cow

I saw a big cow saying, "Moo, moo, moo,"
And I said, "Big big cow, how do you do, do, do?
Can't you come awhile and play with me?"
"I'm busy eating grass to make milk for your tea!"
(Beginning in a circle on hands and knees, say Moo, and pretend to eat grass.)

Little Fish

I saw a little fish come swimming past,
And I said, "Little Fish, why do you go so fast?
Can't you stop a moment and play with me?"
But he wagged his little tail and swam down to the sea.
(Beginning in a circle, children make a breast stroke swimming gesture and swim all around and then away.)

Little Horses

Far out at sea there are horses to ride,
Little white horses that race with the tide,
Their tossing manes are the white sea foam,
And the lashing winds are driving them home,
To shadowy stables, fast they must flee,
To the great green caravan under the sea.
(Children pretend to mount their seahorses, then trot and gallop going in one direction around a circle. Shake heads and return to original place in circle.)