Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The Addams Family


Da da da dump (snap) (snap).
Da da da dump (snap) (snap).
Da da da dump,  da da da dump,  da da da dump  (snap) (snap).

They're creepy and they're kooky.
Mysterious and spooky.
They're all together ooky.
The Addams Family.

Their house is a museum
Where people come to see 'em
They really are a scream
The Addams Family.

(Neat) (Sweet) (Petite)
So get a witches shawl on
A broomstick you can crawl on
We're going to pay a call on
The Addams Family.


Da da da dump (snap) (snap).
Da da da dump (snap) (snap).
Da da da dump,  da da da dump,  da da da dump  (snap) (snap).

Friday, October 26, 2012

Queen Queen Caroline

Hands on your lap, lap, lap, clap! Lap, lap, lap, clap! (continue)

Queen Queen Caroline
  Washed her hair in turpentine.
Turpentine made it shine.
  Queen Queen Caroline.

(change clapping pattern and start again.)

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Who Has Seen the Wind?



Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

A ram-sam-sam

A ram-sam-sam, A ram-sam-sam,                                  5  1  1  1    5  1  1  1
    gooli gooli gooli gooli gooli ram-sam-sam. (2x)         11 22 22 22 12 3 1 1

A rah-fi, a rah-fi,                                                            5 5- 3  5 5- 3
        gooli gooli gooli gooli gooli ram-sam-sam. (2x)     33 44 44 44 34 5  3  3




Thursday, October 18, 2012

Boom chicka-boom!

I say a boom chicka-boom (I say a boom chicka-boom).
   I say a boom chicka-boom (I say a boom chicka-boom).
I say a boom chicka-rocka, chicka-rocka chicka-boom. (I say a boom chicka-rocka, chicka-rocka chicka-boom. )
All right. (All right.) O-kay. (O-kay) One more time, _______ style.
(British style)
(cowboy style)
(cheerleader style)
(underwater style)

more:
http://boyscouttrail.com/content/song/boom_chicka_boom-27.asp
http://www.makingmusicfun.net/htm/f_mmf_music_library_songbook/boom_chicka_boom_lyrics.htm
http://bussongs.com/songs/boomachicka.php

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Happiness

Happiness runs in a circular motion.
   Love is like a little ship upon the sea.
Everybody is a part of everything, anyway.
   You can be happy if you let yourself be.

--Donovan

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

I Know an Old Lady


I know an old lady who swallowed a fly.
     I don’t know why she swallowed the fly...perhaps she’ll die.
(Don’t go any further.  Save the rest for tomorrow. One day at a time. Wait for it...)

I know an old lady who swallowed a spider
  that wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.  
I don’t know why she swallowed the fly...perhaps she’ll die.

I know an old lady who swallowed a bird. 
   Oh, how absurd to swallow a bird.
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.  
I don’t know why she swallowed the fly...perhaps she’ll die.

I know an old lady who swallowed a cat.
   Imagine that!  She swallowed a cat!
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird.
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.  
I don’t know why she swallowed the fly...perhaps she’ll die.


I know an old lady who swallowed a dog.
   What a hog!   She swallowed a dog!
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat.
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird.
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.  
I don’t know why she swallowed the fly...perhaps she’ll die.

I know an old lady who swallowed a cow.
   I don’t know how she swallowed the cow!
She swallowed the cow to catch the dog.
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat.
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird.
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.  
I don’t know why she swallowed the fly...perhaps she’ll die.

I know an old lady who swallowed a horse.....
She’s dead, of course.

Zing, zing, zing, Jacqueline! (rhythmic circle game)

Players form a circle.  #1 is leader.
All shout "Zing, zing, zing, Jacqueline!"    On the word "Jacq," jump up and clap hands above heads, which starts a rhythm of touch (hands outstretched on the side of you, fingers up, palms outward), then clap, touch, clap..., continue throughout round.  'Touch' is the beat.
Starting with leader, count off.  Remember your number.
"One!" (clap) "Two!" (clap)...
All: "Who stole the cookies from the (touch) cookie jar?"
All: "Number One stole the cookies from the (touch) cookie jar!"
#1: "Who me?"
All: "Yes, you!"
#1: "Couldn't be."
All: "Well then, who?"
#1 chooses a number.  "Number five stole the cookies from the (touch) cookie jar."
#5: "Who me?"
All: "Yes, you!..."
Continue.   When anyone makes a mistake, stumbles, breaks rhythm, calls a number that's already been called, whatever (according to the skill level of the group), the game stops.  The person who stumbled goes to the end of the line and it all starts over.

(this one came from Richard Spalding in Orff class)

Thursday, October 11, 2012

I know an old lady


I know an old lady who swallowed a spider
  that wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.  
I don’t know why she swallowed the fly...perhaps she’ll die.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

I know an old lady who swallowed a fly.
I don’t know why she swallowed the fly...perhaps she’ll die.

(Don’t go any further.  Save the rest for tomorrow.)

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Halloween is coming. Guess what you will spy?
   Jack-o-lanterns dancing, witches in the sky.  
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It seems early to me, but Natalie requested it.   I don't know many Halloween songs.  Maybe a couple more.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Sarasponda, sarasponda, sarasponda ret, set, set. 
  Sarasponda, sarasponda, sarasponda ret, set, set. 
Ah doh ray oh.  Ah doh ray boomday oh.   
  Ah doh ray boom day ret set set, ah say pah say oh! 
(Boomda, boomda...)

Thursday, October 4, 2012

My country, tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. 
 Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride,  from every mountainside let freedom ring!