1 st Grade “ Gettin Down With Mama Goose” Program

1st Grade “Gettin Down With Mama Goose” Program

Old King Cole/Hey DiddleOld King Cole was a merry old soulAnd a merry old soul was heHe called for his pipe and he

called for his bowlAnd he called for his fiddlers threeNah, nah, nah…

Old King Cole/Hey DiddleHey Diddle Diddle the cat and the

fiddle The cow jumped over the moonThe little dog laughed to see such

sportAnd the dish ran away with the spoonNah, nah, nah…

Old King Cole/Hey DiddleEv’ry fiddler he had a fine fiddleAnd a very fine fiddle had heThere’s none so rare as can ever

compareWith the king and his fiddlers threeNah, nah, nah…

Humpty DumptyHumpty Dumpty sat on a wallHumpty Dumpty had a great fallAll the King’s horses and all the

King’s menCouldn’t put Humpty together

again

Humpty DumptyFirst they tried a dab of glue,But it wouldn’t dry.Then they tried a little string,But it wouldn’t tie.

Humpty DumptyNext they tried a piece of tape,But it wouldn’t stick.They tried ev’rything they could,Nothing did the trick.

Humpty DumptyThen the thing they should have

doneCame to them at last.When a friend is hurt or sick,Call the doctor fast.

Humpty DumptySoon the doctor did arrive.He patched up their friend.Humpty Dumpty’s doing fine.Now he’s whole again.

Shoe-Shoe Sha-BoogieThere was an old woman. Shoe-Shoe.Who lived in a shoe…She had a lot of children…But she knew what to do…She gave them all veggies…And hot buttered bread…

Shoe-Shoe Sha-BoogieShe kissed them all sweetly…And tucked them into bed…Old woman why do you live in a

shoe, shoe, shoe be-dooOld woman why do you live in a

shoe, shoe, shoe be-doo

Shoe-Shoe Sha-BoogieNow when that old woman…Put all her kids to bed…She thought about my question…And this is what she said…My shoe’s got sole…My shoe’s got laces…

Shoe-Shoe Sha-BoogieAnd all of my children…Have shiny happy faces…Old woman doing what she had to

do, shoe, shoe be-dooOld woman made the most out of

a shoe, shoe, shoe be-doo

Boy BlueLittle boy blue come blow your hornThe sheep’s in the meadow and the

cow’s in the cornLittle boy blue come play your bassThe sheep and the cow are takin over

the place

Boy BlueLittle boy blue come play your snareThe sheep and the cow are jumpin up

in the airLittle boy blue come blow your saxThe sheep and the cow are gonna

rest and relaxLittle boy blue, Little boy blue, Little

boy blue

Los Pollitos SalsaLos pollitos dicen, “Pio, pio, pio.”Cuando tienen hambre, cuando

tienen frioPio, pio, pio, pa.Pio, pio, pio, pa.

Los Pollitos SalsaAll the little chicks say Peep, peep, peep, peep, peepWhen they start to shiver, when

they need to eatPio, pio, pio, pa. Pio, pio, pio, pa.Pio, pio, pio, pa. Pio, pio, pio, pa.

Rub-a-DubRub-a-dub, three men in a tubWho do you think they beThe butcher, the bakerThe candlestick maker, floatin out

to sea

Rub-a-DubThe butcher brought bolognaAnd the baker brought some breadSo they made bologna sandwichesAnd all of them were fedRub-a-dub, three men in a tubFloatin out to sea

Rub-a-DubIt started gettin darkerAs the day turned into nightBut the tub was stocked with candlesThey would not run out of lightRub-a-dub, three men in a tubFloatin out to sea

Rub-a-DubThey met a lot of challengesWhile floatin’ on the seaBut they always helped each other

outTheir friendship was the keyRub-a-dub, three men in a tubMade it back from sea

Rock-a-Bye BabyRock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye. Ooo.Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye. Ooo.Rock-a-bye baby on the treetopWhen the wind blows the cradle will rockWhen the bough breaks the cradle will fallBut I’m gonna catch you cradle and all.

Rock-a-Bye BabyRock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye. Ooo.Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye. Ooo.Rock-a-bye baby no need to cryI’m gonna sing a sweet lullabyHere on the ground is where you should

beNo I’ll never put you up in a tree

Rock-a-Bye BabyI’ll find you a blankie, you’ll be cozy and

snugI’ll read you a story, and I’ll give you a

hugI’ll rock you so gently by the light of the

moonYour eyes will get droopy and you’ll be

snoozing soon

Rock-a-Bye BabyRock-a-bye baby on the treetopWhen the wind blows the cradle will rockWhen the bough breaks the cradle will fallBut I’m gonna catch you cradle and allRock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye. Ooo.Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye. Ooo.

Mosquito One, Mosquito TwoMosquito one, mosquito twoMosquito land in de old man shoeMosquito three, mosquito fourMosquito fly out de old man door

Mosquito One, Mosquito TwoMosquito buzz-buzz-buzzBuzzin de whole day longMosquito buzz-buzz-buzzSing de mosquito song

Mosquito One, Mosquito TwoMosquito five, mosquito sixMosquito crackin de old man

bricksMosquito seven, mosquito eightMosquito open de old man gate

Mosquito One, Mosquito TwoMosquito nine, mosquito tenMosquito tickle de old man chinMosquito eleven, mosquito twelveMosquito dustin de old man shelf

Five Little MonkeysFive little monkeys jumping on the

bedOne fell of and bumped his headMama called the doctor and the

doctor saidNo more monkey’s jumping on the

bed

Five Little MonkeysFour little monkeys jumping on the

bedOne fell off and bumped his headMama called the doctor and the

doctor saidNo more monkey’s jumping on the

bed

Five Little MonkeysThree little monkey’s jumping on

the bedOne fell off and bumped his headMama called the doctor and the

doctor saidNo more monkey’s jumping on the

bed

Five Little MonkeysTwo little monkeys jumping on the

bedOne fell off and bumped his headMama called the doctor and the

doctor saidNo more monkey’s jumping on the

bed

Five Little MonkeysOne little monkey jumping on the

bedOne fell off and bumped his headMama called the doctor and the

doctor saidNo more monkey’s jumping on the

bed

Five Little MonkeysNo little monkeys jumping on the

bedThey had ice packs on their headsDoctor made a house call and then

he saidGive your mom a break take a nap

instead