TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR

 

TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR 

Twinkle twinkle little star 
JANE TAYLOR FRENCH AIR 

Twinkle, twinkle little star 
How I wonder what you are 

Up above the world so high, 

Like a diamond in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle little star 

How I wonder what you are.  

When the blazing sun is gone, 

When he nothing shines upon, 

Then you show your little light, 

Twinkle, twinkle all the night. 

Twinkle twinkle & c 

Then the trav'ler in the dark

 Thanks you for your tiny spark 

He could not tell which way to go 

If you did not twinkle so. 

Twinkle twinkle & c 

In the dark blue sky you keep, 

And often thro my curtains peep. 

For you never shut your eye, 

Till the sun is in the sky 

Twinkle twinkle & c 

References:

PART II BY ANNA SNELL A NEW EDITION REVISED AND ENLARGED WITH THE HELP OF MISS CAROLINE HERFORD AND Miss MA WROE READING MADE EASY 

BAA BAA! BLACK SHEEP

 

BAA BAA BLACK SHEEP 

With simplicty 132 MM 
Adapted from Mother Goose 

Baa-baa! black  sheep, 

have you any wool?

Yes sir, yes sir, 

Yes three bags full.

One for my master,

one for my dame, 

And  one for the little boy that lives in the lane.

Baa-baa! black sheep,

 give some wool to me?

 Yes sir, yes sir, willingly.

I'll for never miss it,

 wool given for you,

 For I've coats a plety for  you and me too.

References:

1.LILTS AND LYRICS FOR THE SCHOOL ROOM by ALICE CD RILEY and JESSIE L GAYNOR CAMDEN STREET FUCUC SCE WARK N 1 PRICE 1.25 CHICAGO CLAYTON F SUMMY CO 429 SO WABASH AVE WEEKES & CO LONDON 1907 by Clayton F Summy Co   

   

   

 

  

HIPPITY HOP TO THE BARBER SHOP

 

HIPPITY HOP TO THE BARBER SHOP 

Arranged by Mae Rehberg Scheuerman 

Hippity hop to the barber shop
To buy a stick of candy, 

One for you and one for me,

And one for sis ter Annie.

Motions

Formation Double circle partners clasping hands and facing in line of direction  

Hippity hop to the barber shop 

To buy a stick of candy 

Hippy hop to the barber shop 

To buy a stick of candy 

Hippity hop- forward beginning with right foot and swinging clasped hands backward and forward with each step 

Repeat 

One for you 

Face partner. Claphands and stretch arms toward partner waist high with palms facing upward

and one for me 

Clap hands and place tips of fin gers on own chest 

and one for sister Annie 

Clasp right hands and hippity hop in circle around to left and on to the next partner to the right 

The changing of partners is too difficult for children at this stage of the course and should be given at some later date Instead the partners may circle in place without the change 

References:

RHYTHMIC ACTION PLAYS AND DANCES A BOOK OF ORIGINAL GAMES AND DANCES ARRANGED PRO GRESSIVELY TO MOTHER GOOSE AND OTHER ACTION SONGS WITH A TEACHING INTRODUCTORY FOR THE KINDERGARTEN PRIMARY SCHOOL PLAYGROUND AND GYMNASIUM IRENE E PHILLIPS MOSES BL University of California GRADUATE OF THE NEW YORK NORMAL SCHOOL OF PHYSICAL EDUCATION MILTON BRADLEY COMPANY SPRINGFIELD MASS 1915  

 

Hippety Hop to the Barber Shop

 

Hippety Hop to the Barber Shop 

Hippety1 hop 
To the barber shop 

To get a stick of candy 2 

One for you 3

 One for me 4 

One for sister Mandy 5 

Motions

 1 Hippety hop to the teacher's desk 

2 Pretend to take something from desk

3 Hand out to teacher 

4 Hand to self 

5 Hand to neighbor 

References:

1. Primary Education 1927. 1928

2.IN THE NURSERY of MY BOOKHOUSE Edited by Olive Beaupré Miller CHICAGO The BOKHOUSE for CHILDREN PUBLISHERS 

Jack Be Nimble

 

Jack Be Nimble 

Jack Jack be nimble 1 
Jack be quick 2 

Jack jump over3 

The candle stick 4 

Motions

1 Face to the right 

2 Hands on desk place 

3 Jump over seat 

4 Into position 

Repeat jumping over seat on 3 

References:

1.Primary Education 1927. 1928

2.FIRST READER BY WALTER L HERVEY PH D MEMBER OF THE BOARD OF EXAMINERS DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION NEW YORK CITY FORMERLY PRESIDENT OF TEACHERS COLLEGE AND MELVIN HIX BS PRINCIPAL OF PUBLIC SCHOOL NO 9 LONG ISLAND CITY NEW YORK CITY AUTHOR OF ONCE UPON A TIME STORIES A BRIEF OUTLINE OF BOOKS I HAVE READ APPROVED SELECTIONS ETC 

Humpty Dumpty

 

Humpty Dumpty 

Humpty Dumpty Humpty Dumpty sat1 on a wall 
Humpty Dumpty had a great 2 fall 

All3 the king's horses 

And all 4 the king's men 

Couldn't 5 put Humpty Dumpty together again 

Motions

1 Children sit on desks 

2 Children fall to floor 

3 4 Shake head slowly back and forth 

5 Jump up quickly and into correct standing position 

NOTE 

Care should be taken to have all motions carried out strictly in unison.

 At the word sat for instance, all children should sit on the desks 

Do not let any of them perform the motions before or after the exact moment, in which it should be performed 

References:

Primary Education 1928, 1927

ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND AND THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS AND WHAT ALICE FOUND THERE BY LEWIS CARROLL NINETY TWO WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY JOHΝ ΤΕΝΝΙEL TWELFTH THOUSAND 

THE SAILOR

 

THE SAILOR - A POEM

by Mary L. Tenery 

I am a jolly sailor lad, 
I sail the deep blue sea 

I know more tales than Old Sin Bad 

Have farther sailed than he.

I sail afar the briny deep, 

To the rainbow's end I go; 

I sail all day and never sleep- 

Heave ho, my lads, Heave ho.

References:

1. The Kindergarten Primary Magazine 1919

2.Ladies Home Journal 1913 

BUTTERCUPS AND DAISIES

BUTTERCUPS AND DAISIES -A POEM

By Leila B Stockton 

Buttercups and daisies, pretty and so gay, 
Shining golden faces full of cheer alway, 

The raindrops only make you a thousand times more 

bright, 

Buttercups and daisies you are a winsome sight. 

(Cut) 

Cut Amid the tall green grasses, you nod to all Good-

 day, 

Mongst your petals gold and white, the breezes 

deftly play, 

The bees and butterflies delight, 

To hover o'er you on their flight,

And from the clear, blue sky above, 

The sun sends to you beams of love.  

References:

1. The Kindergarten Primary Magazine 1919

2. BUTTERCUPS AND DAISIES FOR LITTLE CHILDREN WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY OSCAR PLETSCH PRINTED IN COLOURS BY LEIGHTON BROTHERS ADVOCATES LIBRARY DINBURG LONDON GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS THE BROADWAY LUDGATE NEW YORK 416 BROOME STREET 

AMERICA VICTORIOUS

 

AMERICA VICTORIOUS - A POEM

(For Memorial Day) 

By Leila B Stockton 

Over here our hearts were waiting 
For the tidings glad, of peace. 

Just to hear of warfare ended, 

Causing enmity to cease. 

Over here ,what joy o'er flowing, 

From our hearts in deep delight, 

When the victory we d longed for 

Came in glorious, shining might! 

Over here we all united 

In a heartfelt, thankful prayer, 

Praising God on High, Who helped us 

Gain our victory over there. 

Over here the people grieving 

For their boys in battle lost 

Knew in gaining world-war victory 

They had helped to pay the cost. 

Through the world may the Peace Angel 

Ever rule in soul of man, 

Blessing us, and all the nations 

As no other power can. 

References:

1. The Kindergarten Primary Magazine 1919

2. THOMAS JOHNSON MEMBER OF THE CONTINENTAL CONGRESS FIRST GOVERNOR OF THE STATE OF MARYLAND AND ASSOCIATE JUSTICE OF THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT BY EDWARD S DELAPLAINE THE LIFE OF FREDERICK H HITCHCOCK The Grafton Press NEW YORK MCMXXVII 

DECORATION DAY

 

DECORATION DAY 

by Celia Thaxter 

Here bring your purple and gold, 
Glory of color and scent! 

Scarlet of tulips bold, 

Buds blue as the firmament. 

Hushed is the sound of the fife 

And the bugle piping clear; 

The vivid and delicate life 

In the soul of the youthful year. 

We bring to the quiet dead 

A gentle and tempered grief; 

O'er the mounds so mute we shed 

The beauty of blossom and leaf. 

Rich fires of the gardens and meads, 

We kindle these hearts above! 

What splendor shall match their deeds? 

What sweetness can match our love? 

The History Of The Decoration Day

General John A Logan, commander in chief of the Grand Army of the Republic, in 1868 designated the thirtieth day of May as the day on which the graves of dead Union soldiers should be decorated, and this date is now universally observed throughout the Northern states. 

References:

1. The Kindergarten Primary Magazine  1919

2. The World Book Organized Knowledge In Story And Picture 1920

When Mr. Rooster talks to you- First Rhymes

When Mr. Rooster talks to you-First Rhymes

by Jones and Barbour  classic program of The USA- Childland in Song and Rhythm- 1919

When Mr. Rooster talks to you, 

He says, 'Cock-a-doodle-do.' 

References:

1.The Kindergarten Primary 1919

2. THE KINDERGARTEN CHILDREN'S HOUR Edited by LUCY WHEELOCK IN FIVE VOLUMES ILLUSTRATED VOLUME Ι STORIES FOR LITTLE CHILDREN Compiled by SUSAN S HARRIMAN 1 

The cow says Moo-First Rhymes

The cow says Moo-First Rhymes

by Jones and Barbour  classic program of The USA- Childland in Song and Rhythm- 1919

The cow says Moo 
Here's milk for you 

References:

1.The Kindergarten Primary 1919

2. THE KINDERGARTEN CHILDREN'S HOUR Edited by LUCY WHEELOCK IN FIVE VOLUMES ILLUSTRATED VOLUME Ι STORIES FOR LITTLE CHILDREN Compiled by SUSAN S HARRIMAN 1 

THE SAILOR'S WIFE.

 

THE SAILOR'S WIFE.- A POEM

By CHARLES MACKAY  

Part I

I'VE a letter from thy sire, 
Baby mine! baby mine! 

1 can read and never tire, 

Baby mine! 

He is sailing o'er the sea,- 

He is coming back to thee, 

He is coming home to me, 

Baby mine! 

He's been parted from us long, 

Baby mine! baby mine! 

But if hearts be true and strong, 

Baby mine! 

They shall brave misfortune's blast, 

And be overpaid at last 

For all pain and sorrow passed, 

Baby mine! 

Oh! I long to see his face, 

Baby mine! baby mine! 

In his old accustomed place, 

Baby mine! 

Like the rose of May in bloom, 

Like a star amid the gloom, 

Like the sunshine in the room, 

Baby mine! 

Thou wilt see him and rejoice, 

Baby mine! baby mine! 

Thou wilt know him by his voice, 

Baby mine! 

By his love-looks that endear, 

By his laughter, ringing clear, 

By his eyes that know not fear, 

Baby mine! 

I'm so glad- I cannot sleep, 

Baby mine! baby mine! 

I'm so happy- I could weep, 

Baby mine! 

He is sailing o'er the sea, 

He is coming home to me, 

He is coming back to thee, 

Baby mine! 

Part II

O'ER the blue ocean gleaming 

She sees a distant ship, 

As small to view 

As the white sea-mew, 

Whose wings in the billow dip. 

'Blow, favouring gales, in her answering sails! 

Blow steadily and free! 

Rejoicing, strong, 

Singing a song, 

Her rigging and her spars among, 

And waft the vessel in pride along, 

That bears my love to me.' 

Nearer- still nearer driving, 

The white sails grow and swell; 

Clear to her eves 

The pennant flies, 

And the flag she knows so well. 

'Blow, favouring gales, in her answering sails! 

Waft him, O gentle sea!

And still, O heart! 

Thy fluttering start! 

Why throb and beat as thou would'st part, 

When all so happy and blessed thou art? 

He comes again to thee!'

The swift ship drops her anchor-

A boat puts off for shore,- 

Against its prow, 

The ripples flow, 

To the music of the oar. 

'And art thou here, mine own,my dear, 

Safe from the perilous sea? 

Safe, safe at home, 

No more to roam! 

Blow, tempests blow- my love has come; 

And sprinkling the clouds with your dashing foam! 

He shall part no more from me!' 

CHARLES MACKAY 

 

Ginger Crow

 

Ginger Crow- A rhyme

'Racoon's tail am berry long, 
Monkey's nose am blue, 
Oh, Missy Dinah!

Chickabiddy coo! 

Walk, Ginger Crow! 

Jenny, O my!

Old Johnny Walker 

Hit him in the eye!'

References:

Chatterbox 1877 

THE FISHER LAD.

 

THE FISHER LAD.- A POEM

By the Author of 'Earth's Many Voices'  

I SEEK my bread by honest toil 
Upon the changing deep; 

I work by day while others work, 

By night while others sleep;

But their bread is not more sure on land 

Than mine upon the sea, 

When I lower down my empty net 

For God to fill for me.  

My boat is tossing restlessly 

Upon an angry tide, 

While folk upon the shore I know 

In quiet homes abide; 

But they are not more safe on land 

Than I upon the sea, 

With dangers lurking round my path, 

And God's hand guiding me. 

References:

Chatterbox 1877

THE 'SWEEP' OF LONG AGO

THE 'SWEEP' OF LONG AGO-  A POEM

CALL'D is the little sweep, 

By a resolute voice and gruff, 
While the cold stars twinkle in the deep, 

And the winter winds are rough.

He huddles on his rags, 

Without a wash or prayer; 

He shoulders his broom and sooty bags, 

And dives down the rotten stair.   

Half awake the boy glides out, 

In the streets so drear and lone; 

The clouds have been down in a waterspout, 

And the kennels are like the Rhone. 

He nibbles a crust as he goes, 

He shivers with sleet and rain, 

Through his third-hand boots peep frozen toes, 

And his hands are numb with pain. 

He rings at the rich man's door, 

And, 'Sweep!' he loudly screams; 

But footman, cook, and housemaid snore, 

And the buttoned page-boy dreams. 

Then louder swells his cry, 

And the bell yet louder peals, 

Till upon the housemaid's memory 

'That kitchen chimney!' steals. 

'Ann! hark! The door-bell rings! 

There's the sweep, Ann! Don't you hear?' 

The cook awakes, and dons her 'things,' 

Snappish and cross, we fear. 

To leave one's morning sleep 

At a cold and dismal hour, 

When the winter stars yet blink and peep, 

Is enough to make one sour. 

And to hear one's mistress scold, 

As one hurries down, half-drest, 

Is galling to one of mortal mould, 

Robbed of a two-hours' rest. 

Thy lines may be hard, O Cook! 

Thy life perpetual Lent, 

But on the sweep's ill-fortune look, 

And learn to be content. 

He, in the days gone by,  

Ere pity changed his doom,

Must weep and toil, and sometimes die, 

In suffocating gloom. 

Hail to the kindly hearts 

Which cared, poor Sweep, for you; 

And here's to the brush of Mister Smart's,* 

That sweeps the chimney-flue. 

G.S.O.

* The inventor of the machine called 'The Last Chimney sweeper.'  

References:

Chatterbox 1877

THE BOY ON THE GATE

 

THE BOY ON THE GATE.- A POEM

by JOHN ORTON 

THE rosy-cheeked urchin that swings on the gate
Is a right merry monarch in all but estate; 

But treasure brings trouble -what title is free? 

Thus better without one, thus happy is he; 

For the ring of his laugh is a mirth-moving strain, 

Which a choir of young creatures respond to again, 

The birds are all singing, each heart is elate 

With the rosy-cheeked urchin that hangs on the gate. 

The rosy-cheeked urchin that swings on the gate 

Hath Nature's own pages upon him to wait; 

His joyous companions- a cherubim crew, 

With posies of daisies and buttercups too.

 He boasts not of jewels on forehead or breast, 

But his heart is all gladness- his mind is at rest. 

Ah! what are the honours, the glories of state, 

To the rosy-cheeked urchin that hangs on the gate?

The rosy-cheeked urchin that swings on the gate 

Waves proudly on high his satchel and slate; 

The sky is all brightness, the fields are all gay, 

Green branches are waving, the lambs are at play;

And where is the bosom that pines not to be 

Thus bathed in the sunlight as happy as he? 

For the heart's purest pleasures we find when too late, 

And sigh to be swinging again on a gate. 

JOHN ORTON 

References:

Chatterbox 1877

  

CHILD'S PLAY

 

CHILD'S PLAY - A POEM

By the Author of Earth's Many Voices 

WITH care and cunning we shaped a boat, 

My brother Robbie and I; 
We rigged it next with sail and mast, 

We said it should be quite safe and fast,

My brother Robbie and I.

We made fast to it a slender rope, 

My brother Robbie and I; 

A rope by which we might guide its way,

 When we launched our boat in our tiny bay, 

My brother Robbie and I;  

The bay was set with perils, we knew, 

My brother Robbie and I; 

We knew them well- the thickets of reeds, 

And water-lilies, and tangled weeds- 

My brother Robbie and I. 

The day when we launched our little boat, 

My brother Robbie and I, 

Our playmates watched on the other bank; 

Oh! what if it sailed, and what if it sank, 

Thought brother Robbie and I. 

We sailed our boat right safely across, 

My brother Robbie and I; 

And when our boat to the shore drew near, 

We heard our comrades raise a cheer, 

My brother Robbie and I. 

Now we are old and grey with years, 

My brother Robbie and I. 

Many a venture we've sent afloat, 

Many a one since our tiny boat, 

My brother Robbie and I. 

Many a time we have wrought with care, 

My brother Robbie and I; 

But never success has seemed more dear 

Than the day when we heard our comrades cheer, 

My brother Robbie and I. 

Yes, we are old and grey with years, 

My brother Robbie and I; 

And we tell this story for those who say 

Of some careless task, 'It is mere child's play!' 

My brother Robbie and I. 

When folk say so, we shake our heads, 

My brother Robbie and I, 

And 'Oh, not so! not so!' cry we; 

'For child's play, it is done earnestly,' 

Say brother Robbie and I. 

References:

Chatterbox 1877

ASTONISHMENT

 

ASTONISHMENT - A Poem

By G.S.O.

WELL, I do declare, what a terrified stare! 

What can be the matter, I say, 
That you look so amazed, with your eyebrows upraised, 

And your master's milk running away?  

O is it the rector, policeman, or spectre? 

Or is it a lad for a spree 

Got up in full fig, and a mask as a brigand? 

Or is it an owl in the tree? 

Or is it a squeak that has whitened your cheek,

 And made your hands useless with dread? 

Or the rustle of leaves in the wind by the eaves? 

Or a rat running over your head? 

Or are you afraid of a shadow that's made 

By the moon as she peeps through a chink? 

Come, hold the pan tight, or a supperless night, 

And a flogging, will greet you, I think. 

Though he walks with a swagger, a lath for a dagger, 

Jack Brown is Jack Brown, and no more; 

A goblin is nought but a fanciful thought, 

That squeak was a mouse, or a door. 

And no one need mind the stout Constable Bind, 

If he hasn't done anything ill; 

Good boys, we are told, as a lion are bold, 

When he roams the dark waste at his will. 

To the lad full of fear the hobgoblins appear, 

But the hero they never molest; 

He laughs at white sheets and such moonshine deceits, 

For he minds but his work and his rest. 

Too busy for ghosts, for his tasks come in hosts, 

And a hundred odd jobs he must do:

Too sleepy at night to lie shaking in fright, 

When the solemn old owl says, 'To-whoo! 

Come, Bobby, look up or the kittens will sup 

All the precious milk wasting away; 

Do mind what you're at, or the thanks of the cat 

Are all you will get, boy, to-day! 

         .

Boys want all their senses for tables and tenses, 

For their games and a thousand things more; 

Your wits, Bob, they dream-don t you hear the 

white stream 

As it falls with a splash on the floor?

And here I must stare like a fool, I declare! 

Only think, Mister Hunt, what you've done! 

While the world wants a book like a soft I must 

look, 

And the milk that is running, must run! 

Yes, so it must be; then take warning by me, 

Mind you always look knowing and clever, 

Be you youngsters or men, lest some Hunt come 

again, 

And make you a greenhorn for ever!  

References:

Chatterbox 1877

ANTICIPATION

 

ANTICIPATION- A Poem

By G.S.O. 

DISTANCE (so the bard has shown us) 
Lends enchantment to the view; 

And what seems a splendid bonus, 

Sometimes is not worth a sou,

Sunny peaks prove drear and icy 

When we've scaled the rocky stair; 

Yonder isle, so green and spicy, 

Is as fatal as it's fair.

In our thoughts we may be greeting 

Friends we here shall see no more; 

As we dream their souls are flecting 

Upward, to a brighter shore.   

While his body is abiding 

In the prison-house of school 

In his spirit Jack is sliding 

On the jolly Christmas pool. 

Long before the half is over, 

Long ere May has drest the land, 

Ned is on the beach at Dover, 

Digging sluices in the sand. 

Ere the jam and flour are blended 

By his mother's loving art, 

Jones has eaten, and commended 

All his cake and currant tart! 

Meanwhile father Jones is building 

Airy castles and renown- 

Laying on the paint and gilding- 

How he will astonish Brown! 

Mary, by the fireside stitching, 

Walks the summer lanes with Phil; 

Or at church, a bride bewitching, 

Plights* her troth for good and ill. 

Rover, like his lord is gifted- 

He can eat his dinner twice; 

When it hangs on high uplifted, 

Looking oh so very nice. 

And when- mutton, beef, or bacon- 

(As his doggish tastes may run,) 

In his mouth capacious taken, 

Proves a sorry scrap of bun. 

As you eye old Rover dining 

Off the little bits that fall, 

Sweetly-tempered, unrepining, 

Be contented one and all. 

*Gives. 

References:

Chatterbox 1877