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.