Thursday, September 03, 2009

Flannels, Songs and Story Extensions

Books That Translate Well Into Flannel Stories
A-Hunting We Will Go (Traditional version)
Baa Baa Black Sheep by Iza Trapani
Down By the Bay by Raffi
Five Green and Speckled Frogs by Priscilla Burris
Hey Diddle Diddle (Traditional version)
Hush Little Baby (Traditional version)
Little White Duck by Walt Whippo
Over in the Meadow by Jane Cabrera
Ten in the Bed by Jane Cabrera
Three Blind Mice by Ed Young
Today Is Monday by Eric Carle
Who Stole the Cookie from the Cookie Jar? (Or: Who Stole the Pizza from the Pizza Pan?)

Nursery Rhymes to Share With Puppets
Hickory Dickory Dock
Itsy Bitsy Spider
Little Miss Muffet

Action Songs
I'm A Little Teapot
Little Bunny Foo Foo
London Bridge is Falling Down
Miss Mary Mack
Patty Cake, Patty Cake, Baker's Man
This Old Man, He Played One...

Craft/Take-home
Make stars for "Twinkle, Twinkle"

As I Walked to Town One Day
As I walked to town one day,
I met a cow along the way.
And what do you think that cow did say?
"Moo, moo, moo!"

Baa Baa Black Sheep
Baa, baa black sheep have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
One for the master, one for the dame.
One for the little boy who lives down the lane.

Cluck, cluck red hen have you any eggs?
Yes ma'am, yes ma'am, as many as your legs.
One for your breakfast and one for your lunch.
Come back tomorrow, I'll have another bunch.

Hey, Diddle Diddle
Hey, Diddle Diddle, the cat and the fiddle.
The cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed to see such a sport.
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Humpty Dumpty
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.

It's Raining, It's Pouring
It's raining, it's pouring
The Old Man is snoring,
He went to bed with a cold in his head,
And he couldn't get up in the morning.

Rock-A-Bye Baby
Rock-a-bye baby in the treetop.
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall.
And down will come baby, cradle and all.

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