Wednesday 26 February 2020


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.



Nick Nack Paddy Wack (revised)

This old band, it played one,
It played one on the drum with a
Nick-nack, paddy-wack, clatter on the gong, these musicians sang their song.

This old band, it played two,
It played two on the kazoo with a
Nick-nack, paddy-wack, clatter on the gong, these musicians sang their song.

This old band, it played three,
It played three on the tambourine with a nick-nack, paddy-wack, clatter on the gong, these musicians sang their song.

This old band, it played four,
It played four and got an encore! with a nick-nack, paddy-wack, clatter on the gong, these musicians sang their song.

This old band, it played five,
It played five to the jumpin’ jive with a nick-nack, paddy-wack, clatter on the gong, these musicians sang their song.













This old band, it played six,
It played six on the rhythm sticks with a nick-nack, paddy-wack, clatter on the gong, these musicians sang their song.

This old band, it played seven,
It played seven in a blues progression,  with a nick-nack, paddy-wack, clatter on the gong, these musicians sang their song.

This old band, it played eight,
It played eight and sounded great! with a nick-nack, paddy-wack, clatter on the gong, these musicians sang their song.

This old band, it played nine,
It played nine marching in a drum line with a nick-nack, paddy-wack, clatter on the gong, these musicians sang their song.

This old band, it played ten,
It played ten on the violin with a
Nick-nack, paddy-wack, clatter on the gong, these musicians sang their song.










 1st Grade song lyrics for Spring Concert:



You’re a Grand Old Flag
There's a feeling comes a-stealing
And it sets my brain a-reeling,
When I'm listening to the music of a military band.
Any tune like "Yankee Doodle"
Simply sets me off my noodle,
It's that patriotic something
That no one can understand.

"Way down South in the land of cotton"
Melody untiring, ain't that inspiring!
Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll join the jubilee,
And that's going some for the Yankees, by gum! Red, white and blue, I am for you, honest, you're a grand old flag

You're a grand old flag
You're a high-flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave.
You're the emblem of the land I love,
The home of the free and the brave

Every heart beats true ‘neath the red, white and blue, where there's never a boast or brag;
“But should auld acquaintance be forgot,”
Keep your eye on the grand old flag!

De Colores

De colores, de colores se vistan los campos en la primavera.
De colores, de colores son los pajaritos que vienen dea fuera.
De colores, de colores es el arco iris que vemos lucir.
Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores me gustan ami,
Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores me gustan ami.