Kinder song lyrics for Spring Concert
Over
in the Meadow
Over in the meadow in the sand in the sun,
Lived an old mother turtle and her
little turtle one.
“Dig,” said the mother, “I dig,” said
the one,
So they dug and were glad in the sand in the
sun.
Over in the meadow where the tall grasses
grew,
Lived an old mother fox and her little
foxes two.
“Run,” said the mother, “We run,” said
the two,
So they ran and were glad where the tall
grasses grew.
Over in the meadow in a nest in a tree,
Lived an old mother robin and her
little robins three.
“Sing,” said the mother, “We sing,”
said the three,
So they sang and were glad in a nest in a
tree.
Over in the meadow by a tall sycamore,
Lived an old mother chipmunk and her
little chipmunks four.
“Play,” said the mother, “We play,”
said the four,
So they played and were glad by the tall
sycamore.
Over in the meadow in a new little hive,
Lived an old queen bee and her
honeybees five.
“Hum,” said the mother, “We hum,” said
the five,
So they hummed and were glad in a new little
hive.
Over in the meadow in a dam built of sticks,
Lived an old mother beaver and her
little beavers six.
“Build,” said the mother, “We build,”
said the six,
So they built and were glad in a dam built of
sticks.
Over in the meadow in the green wet bogs,
Lived an old mother frog and her seven
polliwogs.
“Swim,” said the mother, “We swim,”
said the ‘wogs,
So they swam and were glad in the green wet
bogs.
Over in the meadow as the day grew late,
Lived an old mother owl and her little
owls eight.
“Wink,” said the mother, “We wink,”
said the eight,
So they winked and were glad as the day grew
late.
Over in the meadow in a web on the pine,
Lived an old mother spider and her
little spiders nine.
“Spin,” said the mother, “We spin,”
said the nine,
So they spun and were glad in a web on the
pine.
Over in the meadow in a warm little den,
Lived an old mother rabbit and her
little bunnies ten.
“Hop,” said the mother, “We hop,” said
the ten,
So they hopped and were glad in a warm little
den.
This Land
is Your Land
This land is your land, this land is my land.
From California
to the New York island,
from the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters,
this
land was made for you and me.
As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that
endless skyway.
I saw below me that golden valley,
this land was made for you
and me.
Congo Boat Song
Ah sued’em bako waddy um
Keddem kedee
Ah, oh, ah, oh
Ah sued’em bako waddy um
keddem kedee.