April Showers song (to the tune of "I'm a Little Teapot")
Pitter patter rain drops (wiggle fingers to imitate rain)
Falling from the sky (wiggle fingers downward)
Here's my umbrella (action of opening an umbrella)
Hold it high! (hands over head)
When the rain is over (bring hands down slowly)
and the sun begins to glow (make sun with arms)
Little flowers start to bud (Kneel down)
then grow, grow, grow!!! (slowly stand up)
(great interactive song for Kindergartners, helps teach them the science of Spring, ie. rain and sun help the flowers grow, could be used in slightly older classrooms with more in depth scientific descriptions after each part)
Here is my little garden, Some seeds I'm going to sow, Here is my rake to rake the ground, Here is my handy hoe. Here is the big, round yellow sun; The sun warms everything. Here are the rain clouds in the sky; The birds will start to sing. Little plants will wake up soon, And lift their sleepy heads; Little plants will grow and grow In their little, warm earth beds.
Kite Days by Mark Sawyer A kite, a sky, and a good firm breeze, And acres of ground away from trees, And one hundred yards of clean, strong string -- O boy, O boy! I call that Spring!
yellow petal patterns taking joyful advantage of the farmer's fallow fields
purple asserting itself defiantly tucked in between the wet green rain
manufactured silver mist of semis blurring once winter barren branches now covered with that baby green brushed yellow pale with the exertion of unfurled photosynthesis
The winds of March were sleeping, I hardly felt a thing. The trees were standing quietly. It didn’t seem like spring. Then suddenly the winds awoke And raced across the sky. They bumped right into April, Splashing springtime in my eye.
WORKING ON TRASH! (SUNG TO "I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THE RAILROAD") We've been working on recycling All the trash we can. We've been working on recycling, It's a very simple plan. Separate your glass and paper, Separate your plastic and tin. Take the trash that you've recycled To your recycling bin!
We've been working on reducing All the trash we can. We've been working on reducing, It's a very simple plan. Don't go wasting any products, Use just exactly what you need. Don't buy things in extra wrapping, Reduce and you'll succeed!
We've been working on reusing All the trash we can. We've been working on reusing, It's a very simple plan. If it's a paper bag you're using, Don't use it once, use it twice! Give old clothes and toys to someone, To reuse them would be nice!
I know a little maiden, She is very fair and sweet, As she trips among the grasses That kiss her dainty feet; Her arms are full of flowers, The snow-drops, pure and white, Timid blue-eyed violets, And daffodillies bright.
She loves dear Mother Nature, And wanders by her side; She beckons to the birdlings That flock from far and wide. She wakes the baby brooklets, Soft breezes hear her call; She tells the little children The sweetest tales of all.
Her brow is sometimes clouded, And she sighs with gentle grace, Till the sunbeams, daring lovers, Kiss the teardrops from her face. Well we know this dainty maiden, For April is her name; And we welcome her with gladness, As the springtime comes again.
Tinkle, tinkle, Lightly fall On the peach buds, pink and small; Tip the tiny grass, and twinkle On the clover, green and tall.
Tinkle, tinkle,-- Faster now, Little rain-drops, smite and sprinkle Cherry-bloom and apple-bough! Pelt the elms, and show them how You can dash! And splash! splash! splash! While the thunder rolls and mutters, And the lightnings flash and flash! Then eddy into curls Of a million misty swirls, And thread the air with silver, and embroider it with pearls!
And patter, patter, patter To a quicker time, and clatter On the streaming window-pane; Rain, rain, On the leaves, And the eaves, And the turning weather-vane!
Rush in torrents from the tip Of the gable-peak, and drip In the garden-bed, and fill All the cuckoo-cups, and pour More and more In the tulip-bowls, and still Overspill In a crystal tide until Every yellow daffodil Is flooded to its golden rim, and brimming o'er and o'er!
Then as gently as the low Muffled whir of robin wings, Or a sweep of silver strings, Even so, Take your airy April flight Through the merry April light, And melt into a mist of rainy music as you go!
"Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on the mouth.
In the dreamy vale of beeches Fair and faint is woven mist, And the river's orient reaches Are the palest amethyst.
Every limpid brook is singing Of the lure of April days; Every piney glen is ringing With the maddest roundelays.
Come and let us seek together Springtime lore of daffodils, Giving to the golden weather Greeting on the sun-warm hills." - Lucy Maud Montgomery, Spring Song
Soft, scented breezes, kite-catching winds, the Pitter patter of warm rain on the Roof, daffodils and daisies and lilacs In bloom, apple trees wearing snow-white crowns. Now the sun lingers at the edge of day and Green…lovely green…has come home to stay.
An April Day by Henry W. Longfellow When the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, 'Tis sweet to visit the still wood, where springs The first flower of the plain.
I love the season well, When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming-on of storms.
From the earth's loosened mould The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives; Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold, The drooping tree revives.
The softly-warbled song Comes from the pleasant woods, and colored wings Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves along The forest openings.
When the bright sunset fills The silver woods with light, the green slope throws Its shadows in the hollows of the hills, And wide the upland glows.
And when the eve is born, In the blue lake the sky, o'er-reaching far, Is hollowed out, and the moon dips her horn, And twinkles many a star.
Inverted in the tide, Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows throw, And the fair trees look over, side by side, And see themselves below.
Sweet April!--many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed; Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought, Life's golden fruit is shed.
This spring, you must follow these rules In order to have success. This spring, you must not break these rules, Or you will be trapped in stress.
This spring, you must roll in the dirt And smear some on the doormat. This spring, you must get soaked in rain. All you heard was a faint splat.
This spring, you must get green grass stains On the jeans you’ve had two weeks. This spring, you must watch baseball, But you cannot stand such freaks.
This spring, you must hear birdies sing Before everyone awakes. This spring, you must feel weather, warm No more hints of soft snowflakes.
This spring, you must scrub your house clean And toss half the things you own. This spring, you must spin the time forward; An hour of sleep long gone.
This spring, you must miss school a week, A great freedom called Spring break. This spring, you must have striking fun Swimming in the still-cold lake.
This spring, you must intently watch The season for all these things: Dirt rolling. Rain splashing. Grass staining. Freak watching.
Bird singing. Snow melting. House cleaning. Sleep loosing. School skipping. Sun dancing. Spring.
Today is the day when bold kites fly, When cumulus clouds roar across the sky. When robins return, when children cheer, When light rain beckons spring to appear.
Today is the day when daffodils bloom, Which children pick to fill the room, Today is the day when grasses green, When leaves burst forth for spring to be seen.
Tamika Merkison Bunny Hip Hop By: Ashley Johnston Sung to: "Frere Jacques" I'm a little bunny hip hip hop, hip hip hop I run all day searching for carrots, yes I do, yes I do
Here is the beehive, where are the bees? (clench fist and bring out fingers quickly one by one) Hidden away were nobody sees Watch and you will see them come out of their hives, One, two, three, four, five, Buzz, buzz, buzz.
The alder by the river Shakes out her powdery curls; The willow buds in silver For little boys and girls. The little birds fly over And oh, how sweet they sing! To tell the happy children That once again 'tis spring. The gay green grass comes creeping So soft beneath their feet; The frogs begin to ripple A music clear and sweet. And buttercups are coming, And scarlet columbine, And in the sunny meadows The dandelions shine. And just as many daisies As their soft hands can hold The little ones may gather, All fair in white and gold. Here blows the warm red clover, There peeps the violet blue; O happy little children! God made them all for you.
Here's a green leaf, (show hand) and here's a green leaf (show other hand) that, you see, makes two. (hold up two fingers) Here is a bud (cup hands together) that makes a flower; Watch it bloom for you! (open cupped hands gradually).
It's Spring
ReplyDeleteWinnifred J. Mott
Good-bye, snow! Good-bye, ice!
Though of course you're very nice,
I am glad you've gone away
Leaving us this fine spring day.
Here's my good old bat and ball!
Marbles, too! How are you all?
I am sure that I can play
With you now, 'most any day.
Good-bye, winter! Though it's true
I've had lots of fun with you,
Now I just could shout and sing;
I'm so glad because it's spring!
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ReplyDeleteApril Showers song
ReplyDelete(to the tune of "I'm a Little Teapot")
Pitter patter rain drops
(wiggle fingers to imitate rain)
Falling from the sky (wiggle fingers downward)
Here's my umbrella
(action of opening an umbrella)
Hold it high! (hands over head)
When the rain is over
(bring hands down slowly)
and the sun begins to glow (make sun with arms)
Little flowers start to bud (Kneel down)
then grow, grow, grow!!! (slowly stand up)
(great interactive song for Kindergartners, helps teach them the science of Spring, ie. rain and sun help the flowers grow, could be used in slightly older classrooms with more in depth scientific descriptions after each part)
posted by Krista Canfield
My Spring Garden
ReplyDeleteHere is my little garden,
Some seeds I'm going to sow,
Here is my rake to rake the ground,
Here is my handy hoe.
Here is the big, round yellow sun;
The sun warms everything.
Here are the rain clouds in the sky;
The birds will start to sing.
Little plants will wake up soon,
And lift their sleepy heads;
Little plants will grow and grow
In their little, warm earth beds.
Posted by Erin Swallow
Kite Days
ReplyDeleteby Mark Sawyer
A kite, a sky, and a good firm breeze,
And acres of ground away from trees,
And one hundred yards of clean, strong string --
O boy, O boy! I call that Spring!
Sing a song of Springtime - Sung to "Sing a Song of Sixpence"
ReplyDeleteSing a song of springtime,
sunshine fills the sky.
See the little bluebirds,
as they fly on by.
Look at all the flowers,
blooming pink and blue.
what a pretty time to sit
and watch things start anew.
Spring Highway
ReplyDeleteyellow petal patterns
taking joyful advantage
of the farmer's fallow fields
purple asserting itself defiantly
tucked in between
the wet
green
rain
manufactured silver mist of semis
blurring
once winter barren branches
now covered with that
baby green brushed yellow
pale with the exertion of unfurled photosynthesis
The winds of March were sleeping,
ReplyDeleteI hardly felt a thing.
The trees were standing quietly.
It didn’t seem like spring.
Then suddenly the winds awoke
And raced across the sky.
They bumped right into April,
Splashing springtime in my eye.
--Margaret Hillert
A poem for Earth Day (usually in April)
ReplyDeleteWORKING ON TRASH!
(SUNG TO "I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THE RAILROAD")
We've been working on recycling
All the trash we can.
We've been working on recycling,
It's a very simple plan.
Separate your glass and paper,
Separate your plastic and tin.
Take the trash that you've recycled
To your recycling bin!
We've been working on reducing
All the trash we can.
We've been working on reducing,
It's a very simple plan.
Don't go wasting any products,
Use just exactly what you need.
Don't buy things in extra wrapping,
Reduce and you'll succeed!
We've been working on reusing
All the trash we can.
We've been working on reusing,
It's a very simple plan.
If it's a paper bag you're using,
Don't use it once, use it twice!
Give old clothes and toys to someone,
To reuse them would be nice!
-Meish Goldish
A Child Of Spring
ReplyDeleteI know a little maiden,
She is very fair and sweet,
As she trips among the grasses
That kiss her dainty feet;
Her arms are full of flowers,
The snow-drops, pure and white,
Timid blue-eyed violets,
And daffodillies bright.
She loves dear Mother Nature,
And wanders by her side;
She beckons to the birdlings
That flock from far and wide.
She wakes the baby brooklets,
Soft breezes hear her call;
She tells the little children
The sweetest tales of all.
Her brow is sometimes clouded,
And she sighs with gentle grace,
Till the sunbeams, daring lovers,
Kiss the teardrops from her face.
Well we know this dainty maiden,
For April is her name;
And we welcome her with gladness,
As the springtime comes again.
It's Time for Spring
ReplyDeleteby Bobbi Katz
My sweater's tight and itchy.
My snow pants are too small.
Last week I lost a mitten.
I can't find my scarf at all!
My woolen socks have lost their toes.
My boots have lost their tread.
And I have lost the love I had
For words like "skis" and "sled"!
But . . . my fishing rod still fits.
And . . . my baseball bat still hits.
I have a kite that wants to fly.
So . . . winter, call it quits!
A Rain Song
ReplyDeleteby Evaleen Stein
Tinkle, tinkle,
Lightly fall
On the peach buds, pink and small;
Tip the tiny grass, and twinkle
On the clover, green and tall.
Tinkle, tinkle,--
Faster now,
Little rain-drops, smite and sprinkle
Cherry-bloom and apple-bough!
Pelt the elms, and show them how
You can dash!
And splash! splash! splash!
While the thunder rolls and mutters,
And the lightnings flash and flash!
Then eddy into curls
Of a million misty swirls,
And thread the air with silver, and embroider it with pearls!
And patter, patter, patter
To a quicker time, and clatter
On the streaming window-pane;
Rain, rain,
On the leaves,
And the eaves,
And the turning weather-vane!
Rush in torrents from the tip
Of the gable-peak, and drip
In the garden-bed, and fill
All the cuckoo-cups, and pour
More and more
In the tulip-bowls, and still
Overspill
In a crystal tide until
Every yellow daffodil
Is flooded to its golden rim, and brimming o'er and o'er!
Then as gently as the low
Muffled whir of robin wings,
Or a sweep of silver strings,
Even so,
Take your airy April flight
Through the merry April light,
And melt into a mist of rainy music as you go!
"Hark, I hear a robin calling!
ReplyDeleteList, the wind is from the south!
And the orchard-bloom is falling
Sweet as kisses on the mouth.
In the dreamy vale of beeches
Fair and faint is woven mist,
And the river's orient reaches
Are the palest amethyst.
Every limpid brook is singing
Of the lure of April days;
Every piney glen is ringing
With the maddest roundelays.
Come and let us seek together
Springtime lore of daffodils,
Giving to the golden weather
Greeting on the sun-warm hills."
- Lucy Maud Montgomery, Spring Song
Spring
ReplyDeleteSpring is the best.
Spring is everywhere in East and West,
Spring has the smell of a treasure quest,
leaves of Spring in a treasure chest.
And all of the fruits of Spring,
I would really like to taste.
And the best thing about Spring is
that never in Spring is my class test.
Bohnishikha Ghosh
Spring
ReplyDeleteBy Elaine Magliaro
Soft, scented breezes, kite-catching winds, the
Pitter patter of warm rain on the
Roof, daffodils and daisies and lilacs
In bloom, apple trees wearing snow-white crowns.
Now the sun lingers at the edge of day and
Green…lovely green…has come home to stay.
MeredithC
ReplyDeleteApril Rain Song
by Langston hughes
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night--
And I love the rain.
An April Day
ReplyDeleteby Henry W. Longfellow
When the warm sun, that brings
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
'Tis sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
The first flower of the plain.
I love the season well,
When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,
Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell
The coming-on of storms.
From the earth's loosened mould
The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives;
Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold,
The drooping tree revives.
The softly-warbled song
Comes from the pleasant woods, and colored wings
Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves along
The forest openings.
When the bright sunset fills
The silver woods with light, the green slope throws
Its shadows in the hollows of the hills,
And wide the upland glows.
And when the eve is born,
In the blue lake the sky, o'er-reaching far,
Is hollowed out, and the moon dips her horn,
And twinkles many a star.
Inverted in the tide,
Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows throw,
And the fair trees look over, side by side,
And see themselves below.
Sweet April!--many a thought
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,
Life's golden fruit is shed.
The Rules of Spring
ReplyDeleteThis spring, you must follow these rules
In order to have success.
This spring, you must not break these rules,
Or you will be trapped in stress.
This spring, you must roll in the dirt
And smear some on the doormat.
This spring, you must get soaked in rain.
All you heard was a faint splat.
This spring, you must get green grass stains
On the jeans you’ve had two weeks.
This spring, you must watch baseball,
But you cannot stand such freaks.
This spring, you must hear birdies sing
Before everyone awakes.
This spring, you must feel weather, warm
No more hints of soft snowflakes.
This spring, you must scrub your house clean
And toss half the things you own.
This spring, you must spin the time forward;
An hour of sleep long gone.
This spring, you must miss school a week,
A great freedom called Spring break.
This spring, you must have striking fun
Swimming in the still-cold lake.
This spring, you must intently watch
The season for all these things:
Dirt rolling. Rain splashing.
Grass staining. Freak watching.
Bird singing. Snow melting.
House cleaning. Sleep loosing.
School skipping. Sun dancing.
Spring.
Sarah Mangan
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ReplyDeletePosted by Lisa White
ReplyDeleteSpring
Today is the day when bold kites fly,
When cumulus clouds roar across the sky.
When robins return, when children cheer,
When light rain beckons spring to appear.
Today is the day when daffodils bloom,
Which children pick to fill the room,
Today is the day when grasses green,
When leaves burst forth for spring to be seen.
By Robert McCracken
Tamika Merkison
ReplyDeleteBunny Hip Hop By: Ashley Johnston
Sung to: "Frere Jacques"
I'm a little bunny
hip hip hop, hip hip hop
I run all day
searching for carrots,
yes I do, yes I do
Here is a Beehive
ReplyDeleteA finger play
Here is the beehive, where are the bees?
(clench fist and bring out fingers quickly one by one)
Hidden away were nobody sees
Watch and you will see them come out of their hives,
One, two, three, four, five,
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
Spring
ReplyDeleteThe alder by the river
Shakes out her powdery curls;
The willow buds in silver
For little boys and girls.
The little birds fly over
And oh, how sweet they sing!
To tell the happy children
That once again 'tis spring.
The gay green grass comes creeping
So soft beneath their feet;
The frogs begin to ripple
A music clear and sweet.
And buttercups are coming,
And scarlet columbine,
And in the sunny meadows
The dandelions shine.
And just as many daisies
As their soft hands can hold
The little ones may gather,
All fair in white and gold.
Here blows the warm red clover,
There peeps the violet blue;
O happy little children!
God made them all for you.
The flower
ReplyDeleteHere's a green leaf, (show hand)
and here's a green leaf (show other hand)
that, you see, makes two. (hold up two fingers)
Here is a bud (cup hands together)
that makes a flower;
Watch it bloom for you!
(open cupped hands gradually).