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)

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.

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.)

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.

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...)

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!

O Hushed October, Morning Mild--Robert Frost

O Hushed October, Morning Mild

(Walking to the bus stop with Chrissie and Jessie.)