November

"November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.

With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.

The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring."
-  Elizabeth Coatsworth

(I would get a quiet beat going with fingers on knees, and then read this, call and response style.)

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.)

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.

BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI