Archive for Author: director

I’m a little teapot, short and stoutHere is my handle (hand on hip), here is my spout (other arm out straight)When I get all steamed up, hear me shoutJust tip

Yankee Doodle went to townA-riding on a ponyStuck a feather in his hatAnd called it macaroni. Yankee Doodle, keep it upYankee Doodle dandyMind the music and the stepAnd with the

You’re the end of the rainbow,My pot of gold;You’re Daddy’s little girlTo have and hold.A precious gemIs what you are;You’re Mommy’sBright and shining star. You’re the spirit of Christmas,My star

After a bath, I try, try, tryTo wipe myself ’till I’m dry, dry, dry.Hands to wipe, and fingers and toes,And two wet legs and a shiny nose.Just think how much

Bow-wow, says the dog,Meow, meow, says the cat,Grunt, grunt, goes the hog,And squeak goes the rat.Tu-whoo, says the owl,Caw, caw, says the crow,Quack, quack, says the duck,What the cuckoos say,

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

An apple a daySends the doctor away.Apple in the morning isDoctor’s warning.Roast apple at nightStarves the doctor outright. Eat an apple going to bed andKnock the doctor on the head.Three

Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lambMary had a little lamb; it’s fleece was white as snowAnd everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary wentEverywhere that Mary went,

Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken,Lay a little egg for me. Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken,I want one for my tea.I haven’t had an egg since Easter,And now it’s half past

Baa, baa, black sheep,Have you any wool?Yes sir, yes sir,Three bags full.One for my master,And one for my dame,And one for the little boyWho lives down the lane.