Monday, 14 April 2014

Autumn Circle Time: Rhymes, Verses, Songs & Fingerplays

Here is a complete list of all of the songs, verses, rhymes and fingerplays we have sung this Autumn. We certainly do not sing each and every one of these in our daily circle time, but pick and choose a selection depending on our mood, our rhythm, the weather, and the way we find ourselves winding through the season. Enjoy! 

{ Autumn Circle Time }

Opening (Action Song)
Good morning to the sun up in the sky,
Good morning to the birds as they fly on by.
Good mrning to the tree so straight and tall,
Good morning to the nest where the possum rests
Good morning everyone.

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O Dandelion (Verse)
O Dandelion, yellow as gold, 
what do you do all day?
“I just wait here in the tall, green grass, 
’till the children come to play.”

O Dandelion, yellow as gold, 
what do you do all night?
“I wait and wait, while the cool dew falls,
 and my hair grows long and white.”

And what do you do when your hair grows white, 
and the children come to play?
“They take me in their little hands, 
and blow my hair away!”

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Wood Chopping (Standing Action Rhyme)
We are working, working hard!
Chopping firewood in the yard.
(Stomping feet moving around in a circle)

Hold the axe, grip it tight,
(Hold clenched hands togehter in front as if holding an axe)
Lift it up with all your might…
(lift “axe” above head)

Chopping, chopping, chop, chop, chop!
(Bring clenched hands down on each “chop”)
Merrily the pieces drop.
(Clench both fists and roly-poly them round each other)

Now a bundle we shall tie
and stack it in the shed to dry.

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If I were a Farmer (Standing Action Song)
If I were a farmer, a farmer, a farmer,
If I were a farmer, what would I do?
I would feed the hungry chickens/milk the cows each morning/pick the ripe red apples… etc.
That’s what I’d do!

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Scarecrow (Action Song)
When all the cows were sleeping

And the sun had gone to bed

Up jumped the scarecrow

And this is what he said!

I'm a dingle, dangle scarecrow

With a flippy floppy hat

I can shake my hands like this

And shake my feet like that.

When all the hens were roosting

And the moon behind the cloud

Up jumped the scarecrow

And shouted very loud.

I'm a dingle, dangle scarecrow

When the dogs were in the kennels

And the doves were in the loft

Up jumped the scarecrow

And whispered very soft.

I'm a dingle, dangle scarecrow

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Windy (Standing Action Song)
Like a leaf or a feather,
in the windy, windy, weather
We will whirl around and twirl around,
And all fall down together.

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The Appleseeds (Verse)
My nice red rosy apple has a secret midst unseen;
You'd see if you could slip inside,
five rooms so neat and clean.
In each room there are hiding
two seeds so shining bright;
Asleep they are and dreaming
of  lovely warm sunlight.
And sometimes they are dreaming
of many things to be
How some day they'll be hanging
upon an apple tree!

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The Apple Tree (Fingerplay)
Here is a tree
With leaves so green.
(make leaves with fingers outstretched)

Here are the apples
That hang in-between.
(make fists)

When the wind blows
The apples will fall,

(falling motion with fists)
Here is the basket to gather them all.
(use one arm to form basket, the other arm to gather)

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Eat an Apple (Fingerplay)
Eat an apple.
(Bring right hand to mouth) 

Save the core. 
(Close right hand in fist) 

Plant the seeds, 
(Bend down touch hand to ground) 

And grow some more. 
(Extend both arms out) 

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Apples (Verse)
by Helen H. Moore 
Apples, apples, what a treat,
sweet and tart and good to eat.
Apples green and apples red,
hang from branches overhead,
and when they ripen, down they drop,
so we can taste our apple crop.

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Little Red Apple (Fingerplay)
By Marguerite Gode
A little red apple 
(form circle with hands)
Hung high in a tree. 
(lift ‘apple’ up high)

I looked up at it, 
(look up)
And it looked down at me.

"Come down, please," I called.
(cup hands around mouth)
And what do you suppose?
(hands in a shrug)

That little red apple 
(form ‘apple’ up above head again)
Dropped right onto my nose! 
(point to nose)

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Two little apples (Action Song - Tune: This old man)
Way up high, in a tree,

Two red apples smiled at me.

So I shook that tree as hard as i could.

Down came the apples.
Mmmmm, were they good!

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Pumpkin Seeds (Verse) 
One day I found two pumpkin seeds.

I planted one and pulled the weeds.

It sprouted roots and a big, long vine.

A pumpkin grew; I called it mine.

The pumpkin was quite round and fat.

(I really am quite proud of that.)

But there is something I'll admit

That has me worried just a bit.

I ate the other seed, you see.

Now will it grow inside of me?
(I'm so relieved since I have found

That pumpkins only grow in the ground!)

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Up The Tall White Candlestick 

(Action Rhyme)

Up the tall white candlestick 

(Make left arm into candlestick)

Crept little Mousie Brown

(Two fingers of fight hand run up the candlestick)

Right up to the top but he couldn't get down!
(Fingers wiggle at top)

So he called to his Grandma

(Call through cupped hands)

Grandma! Grandma!

But Grandma was in town

So he curled himself into a ball

(curl right hand into a fist)
And rolled himself right down

(Clench both fists and roly-poly them round each other)

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Pygmy Possum (Fingerplay)
Here is a tree-hole.
(Bend fingers on one hand)
Inside is a Possum.
(Put thumb inside fingers.)
See she comes out
(Pop out thumb)
When Teatree blossoms.

She stays out all summer
In sunshine and heat.
She hunts in the bush
(Mimic picking and eating berries)
For berries to eat.

When snow starts to fall.
(fingers fluttering, moving side to side)
She hurries inside
(Bend fingers of one hand)
her warm little home
And there she will hide.
(Put thumb inside fingers.)

Snow covers the ground
(Place one hand over the other.)
Like a fluffy white rug.
Inside Possum sleeps
(pretend to be sleeping)
All cozy and snug.

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Red In Autumn (Verse)
by Elizabth Gould
Tipperty toes, the smallest elf,

Sat on a mushroom by himself,

Playing a little tinkling tune

Under a big red harvest moon;

And this is the song that Tipperty made

To sing to the little tune he played.

“Red are the hips, red are the haws,

Red and gold are the leaves that fall,

Red are the poppies in the corn,

Red berries on the rowan tall;

Red is the big round harvest moon,

And red are my new little dancing shoon”

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Autumn (Standing Action Rhyme)
Autumn winds begin to blow;
Colored leaves fall fast and slow. 
(Make fast and slow falling motion with hands) 

Twirling, whirling all around
(turn self around and around)
Till at last, they touch the ground.
(Fall to ground)

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How the Leaves Came Down (Poem)
by Susan Coolidge
“I’ll tell you how the leaves came down,”
The Great Tree to his children said:
“You’re getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown,
Yes, very sleepy, little Red.
It is quite time to go to bed.”

“Ah!” begged each silly, pouting leaf,
“Let us a little longer stay;
Dear Father Tree, behold our grief!
’Tis such a very pleasant day,
We do not want to go away.”

So, for just one more merry day
To the great Tree the leaflets clung,
Frolicked and danced, and had their way,
Upon the autumn breezes swung,
Whispering all their sports among—

“Perhaps the great Tree will forget,
And let us stay until the spring,
If we all beg, and coax, and fret.”
But the great Tree did no such thing;
He smiled to hear their whispering.

“Come, children, all to bed,” he cried;
And ere the leaves could urge their prayer,
He shook his head, and far and wide,
Fluttering and rustling everywhere,
Down sped the leaflets through the air.

I saw them; on the ground they lay,
Golden and red, a huddled swarm,
Waiting till one from far away,
White bedclothes heaped upon her arm,
Should come to wrap them safe and warm.

The great bare Tree looked down and smiled.
“Good-night, dear little leaves,” he said.
And from below each sleepy child
Replied, “Good-night,” and murmured,
“It is so nice to go to bed!”

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Leaves At Play (Verse)
Scamper, little leaves, about,
In the autumn sun.
I can hear the old Wind shout,
Laughing, as you run,
And I haven’t any doubt,
That he likes the fun.

So run on and have your play,
Romp with all your might.
Dance across the autumn day,
When the sun is bright.
Soon you’ll hear the old Wind say,

“Little leaves, good night!”

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Falling Leaves (Fingerplay)
Autumn leaves are falling down
Orange, yellow, red and brown.
(flutter fingers downward slowly)

If you listen, you’ll hear them say,
(cup hands around ears)
“Wintertime is on its way!”
(whispering, holding finger to mouth 'shhhh')

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Jack Frost (poem)
By C.E. Pike
Look out! Look out!
Jack Frost is about!
He’s after our fingers and toes;
And all through the night,
The gay little sprite
Is working where nobody knows.

He’ll climb each tree, 
So nimble is he,
His silvery powder he’ll shake.
To windows he’ll creep
And while we’re asleep
Such wonderful pictures he’ll make.

Across the grass
He’ll merrily pass,
And change all its greenness to white.
Then home he will go 
And laugh ho, ho ho!
What fun I have had in the night.

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 Autumn (Closing Verse)
Yellow the bracken,
Golden the sheaves.
Rosy the apples,
Crimson the leaves.
Mist on the hillside,
Clouds grey and white.
Autumn, good morning!
Summer good night!

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