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School Year 2009 2010 Semester 1

 

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September October 2009
Story: The Little Girl and The Moon
Once upon a time there is a little girl. She likes to sit outside at night and talk to the moon. ‘Good evening Moon, today is Monday. It is sunny.’
One night she sees the moon is tired, so she climbs upon the roof, to tell the moon a secret. ‘Let me help you.’
She takes the moon in her hands and puts it in her pocket. Then she climbs down and goes into her room. There she takes the moon out and lays it on her bed. They talk and talk.
Then they hear people asking where the moon is. ‘Outside is so dark. I can not see the moon. Where is the moon?’
The old moon says to the little girl. ‘Maybe you should put me back into the sky, so the people can find their way home at night'.
The little girl picks up the moon, puts it back into her pocket and goes outside. It is very dark, but she is not afraid. The moon shows her the way. She takes the moon out of her pocket and helps her go back in the nighttime sky.
And the people are happy. They are shouting and laughing: ‘Moon, moon, the moon is back. Let’s go out!’
Morning verse:
In soft morning light, the stars fade away.
The birds soon awake. This is a new day.
Awake, awake, shine like the sun.
Give light and love to everyone.
Down is the earth, up is the sky.
There are my friends, and here am I.
Good morning to you, and good morning to me.
Song:
Good morning, good morning, Good morning to you.
Good morning’s what we say, Good morning’s what we do
Good morning, good morning, Good morning to you.
Song:
Which is the way to fairy land,
To fairy land, to fairy land?
Which is the way to fairy land,
To dance by the light of the moon?

 

November December 2009
Story:
Let’s go walking in the cold.
Walking, walking on tiptoe.
Lift your one foot way up high.
Then the other to keep it dry.
All around the yard we skip,
Watch your step, or you might slip.
…Now into the forest we’ll go.
Where the trees are covered with cold.
Sad is the forest, silence is king.
Not a movement: no bird can sing.
All the flowers have fallen asleep.
Winter is long. Winter is deep.
Poem: Enter the light
Enter the night and you'll find the light,
Enter the night, let your spirit take flight,
On the longest night we search for the light,
So when you find that spark
When you dream in the dark
Hold it close to your heart and know.
All that you see is all that can be
When you give birth to the dreams.
Poem: Silent Night
Silent night, Solstice Night
All is calm; all is bright
Nature slumbers in forest and glen
Sleeping spirits grow strong!
Silent night, Solstice night
Silver moon shining bright 
Song:
Where are the rabbits where the North Winds blow?
We can not see them in the ice and snow.
Deep deep down in the mud they lie,
Rabbits sleeping with tight closed eyes.
Chant: Spirit of Fire
Spirit of fire come to us, we will kindle the fire
Spirit of fire come to us, we will kindle the fire
We will kindle the fire, dance the magic circle 'round
We will kindle the fire, we will kindle the fire

 

January February 2010
Story:
Once upon a time, a tiger walks in the forest. It is cold. It is dark. He is hungry. He is sad. He is alone. All the other animals are hiding.
At last, he sees a mouse, an ox, a rabbit, and a dragon: ‘Please help me. I am hungry. Please help me find some food.’ And the animals reply: ‘No, we know you. If we give you food, you might bite us as well.’
Later, he sees a snake, a horse, a ram, and a monkey: ‘Please help me. I am hungry. Please help me find some food.’ And the animals reply: ‘No, we know you. If we give you food, you might bite us as well.’
Finally, he sees a rooster, a dog and a boar: ‘Please help me. I am hungry. Please help me find some food.’ And the animals reply: ‘No, we know you. If we give you food, you might bite us as well.’
The tiger cries. ‘Nobody trusts me. Nobody believes me. But I am so brave, competitive, generous, intelligent and charming.’ The tiger comes back home. He opens the door…
Happy Chinese New Year! Happy Chinese New Year! Welcome to the year of the tiger.’ The mouse, the ox, the rabbit, the dragon all the other animals are there cheering and singing. ‘Quick!  Let’s clean up the house. Let’s paste some red color paper-cuts. Let’s give some money in red paper envelopes. Let’s eat… fish, dumplings, oranges, melon seeds, nian gao, noodles and sweet cakes!’
And the animals walk outside asking people: ‘Are you a tiger? If you are a tiger, raise your hand!’
Song:
Rose red is the evening sky.
Do, do let us go on our evening walk.
Tomorrow may be dull and gray.
Do, do let us go on our evening walk.
Song: Tiger
I’m a great big tiger.
You can hear me roar.
I have eaten so much,
But I want more and more…
Game:
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
Catch a tiger by the toe.
If he hollers let him go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
My mother told me to pick
The very best one,
And that is Y-O-U.

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School Year 2008 / 2009 Semester 2
 
 

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School Year 2008 / 2009 Semester 1
 
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SMZ 57 Zhong Xiao Ban September 2008
 
Song
We welcome you to school today, school today, school today.
We welcome you to school today, please come in and play.
 
Morning verse
The earth is firm beneath my feet.
The sun shines bright above.
One friend to the left. One friend to the right.
And here stand I so straight and strong.
All things to know and love.
 
Autumn 16 Song
The harvest time again is here
For all both and near
It is the time we gather food
To last us all the year.
 
Autumn 31 Poem
Farmer, is the harvest ready
For we must have bread?
Go and look and look at all my fields,
Is what the farmer said.
Miller, is the flour ready
For we must have bread?
Go and look in all my sacks,
Is what the miller said.
Mother, is the oven ready
For we must have bread?
Go and open wide the door,
Is what our mother said.
So we ran and saw the loaves
Crisp and brown to see.
There is your bread, our mother said,
Ready for your tea.
 
Children Book Song
With its bright golden sunshine,
September comes in.
Now the Summer is going
And Autumn will begin.
 
Summer 59 Song
Summer, good-bye, summer good-bye,
You may no longer stay. Autumn is on its way.
Summer, good-bye, summer good-bye.
 
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SMZ 57 Zhong Xiao Ban October November 2008
 
Children Book Song
Jolly October is here today
Sun and Wind are calling
Follow your leader and come away
See, the nuts are falling.
 
Autumn 51 Story
Someone is coming... shush...
So hide beneath the bush...
Little steps draw near...
And a song I hear...
 
Autumn 26  Song
My lantern, my lantern,
Shining near and far
Shining like a moon
Shining like a sun
Shining like a silver star
My lantern, my lantern.
 
Autumn 51 Story ctd
It is the gnomes...
And on each back hangs a sack.
Trip, trip, trap, trip, trip, trap.
Go the gnomes along their track.
Through the caverns make your way
Find your king as well you may.
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Here a seed, there a seed,
Gather seeds into our sack.
Here a seed, there a seed,
Lift them all upon your back.
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Seeds we bring to our king.
Here a seed, there a seed,
Lay it in the earth to sleep.
Here a seed, there a seed,
Resting through the deep water, and...
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And we shoulder our rake,
And we walk home,
Rake goes on the hook...
Boots go on the mat...
Hat... and coat on the hook...
 
Autumn 41 Song
Come little leaves, said the wind one day
Come over the meadow with me to play.
Put on your dresses of red and gold
For Summer is gone and the days grow cold.
 
Game Children Play #44
Little Gnome, may I come? Yes, you may.
How many steps? 1 step.
 
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SMZ 57 Zhong Xiao Ban December 2008  January 2009 
 
Winter 55
Down the street the North Wind blows
Round the corner there he goes
Let him bluster, let him boast,
We'll go out to skate and coast.
 
With my hands I clap, clap, clap,
With my feet I tap, tap, tap,
One step here, one step there,
Round about as light as air, la, la, la.
With my finger, I tick, tick, tick,
With my head, I nick, nick, nick,
One step here, one step there,
Round about as light as air, la, la, la.
 
Song
I saw three ships a-sailing by,
a-sailing by, a-sailing by,
I saw three ships a-sailing by,
On New Year's Day in the morning.
 
Chinese New Year's Story
A long time ago, every winter,
Farmers harvest the crops.
A monster shows up.
He shouts 'Nian' 'Nian'.
Farmers are very afraid of him.
He shouts 'Nian' 'Nian'.
Farmers hide away from him.
He shouts 'Nian 'Nian'.
He eats the crops.
Farmers are very angry at him.
 
God in Heaven changes into an old lady.
She came down to the people.
'Use bamboo to make a Nian monster'
'Paint it beautifully in red!
'Play big drums'
'Let it dance in front of every door!'
And Nian monster disappeared.
Farmers are very happy.
 

Smile at everyone you see
Everyone in the family
On this Happy New Year's Day
We wish you a "Kong Si", "Kong Si"
Kong Si, Kong Si, Kong Si Nee yah
Kong Si, Kong Si, Kong Si Nee

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School Year 2007 / 2008 Semester 2:

 

 

February & March 2008

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I lift my arms to the clear blue sky

Firmly on the earth I stand

To my neighbors I give my hands

A friend to the left

A friend to the right

And here am I, here am I.

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In the morning, the sun wakes up every one.

Then he rises up above to share his love.

And at night, the sun sets and we too go to our beds.

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Two little clouds one sunny day,

Went flying through the sky,

They went so fast, they bumped their heads

And both began to cry.

Old Father Sun looked out and said:

"Oh, never mind, my dears,

I will send my little fairy folk

To dry your fallen tears."

One came in pink and one in red,

The next in orange bright.

In yellow, green, blue, violet,

They made a pretty sight.

They changed the rolling, crying tears

To drizzling drops of fun,

And then the fairies laughed and said:

"We thank you, rain and sun."

 

One came in Red. One came in Orange.

One came in Yellow. One came in Green.

One came in Blue. One came in Indigo.

And the last one came in Violet.

 

... Spring 29

Spring is coming, Spring is coming,

Birdies build your nest, Weave together straw and feather,

Doing each your best, doing each your best.

Spring is coming, Spring is coming,

Flowers are waking too, Daisies, lilies, daffodilies,

Now are coming through.

Spring is coming, Spring is coming,

All around is fair, Shimmer, glimmer on the meadow,

Joy is everywhere.

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One, two, three, four, posting letters through our door.

Who's got a letter? Who are they for?

One's for xxx. One's for xxx. One's for me and one's for you.

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April & May 2008

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I lift my arms to the clear blue sky

Firmly on the earth I stand

To my neighbors I give my hands

A friend to the left

A friend to the right

And here am I, here am I.

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I found a little cherry stone And put it in the ground

Next time when I went to look A tiny shoot I found

The shoot grew upward day by day And soon became a tree

And now I pick the cherries off And eat them for my tea.

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Apple, apple tree, straight and tall,

Apple, apple tree, big and small,

Apple, apple tree, you love us all.

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I have found a little nest. Look inside. Look inside.

Hungry birdies with their beaks. Open wide. Open wide.

See my birdies grow. Day by day. Day by day.

Till they spread their little wings and then fly away.

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Fly, birdie, fly, fly, birdie, fly,

Fly, fly up to the sky, la la la la la...

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Where is Thumbkin? Where is Thumbkin?

Here I am, Here I am.

How are you today? Very well, I thank you.

Go away, go away.

Pointer / Tall Man / Ring Man / Small Man

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June & July 2008

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I lift my arms to the clear blue sky

Firmly on the earth I stand

To my neighbors I give my hands

A friend to the left

A friend to the right

And here am I, here am I.

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Let us go to and fro Where the stones and crystals glow.

We are gnomes of the stones, We are helping the birth

Of the roots and the shoots That will spring from the earth.

Grow, root, grow.

Let us go to and fro Where the waters stream and flow.

We are fairies of water We come and we go

From the earth to the stars Though the plants we will flow.

Flow, sap, flow.

Let us go to and fro Where the wind and breezes blow.

We are fairies of wind And we live in the air.

With the earth, rain and sun All the flowers we prepare.

Blow, flower, blow.

Let us go to and fro Where the sunbeams gleam and glow.

We are fairies of fire And we bring from the sun,

Now a fiery kiss To the seeds every one.

Glow, seed, glow.

                                    M. Meyekort.

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The farmer in the dell, the farmer in the dell,

Hi-ho the Derry Ho, the farmer in the dell.

The farmer takes a wife, the farmer takes a wife,

Hi-ho the Derry Ho, the farmer takes a wife.

The wife takes a child, nurse, cow, dog, cat, rat, cheese,

The cheese stands alone, the cheese stands alone,

Hi-ho the Derry Ho, the cheese stands alone.

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September 2007 & October 2007

Down is the Earth. Up is the sky.

There are my friends. And here am I.

Here is little pink mouse. He is looking for food.

He sees farmers harvest. Apples, grapes, corn, cereal…

The silver rain, the shining sun, the fields where scarlet poppies run

And all the ripples of the wheat are in the bread that we do eat.

So when we sit for every meal and say our grace, we always feel

That we are eating rain and sun and fields where scarlet poppies run.

It is fall. Summer is gone and the days grow cold.

Leaves are falling on the path.

Can little pink mouse find his way home?

Come little leaves, said the wind one day

Come over the meadow with me to play

Put on your dresses of red and gold

Summer is gone and the days grow cold.

Little pink mouse collects some food.

He sees the bridge. He walks on the bridge.

Oh no! It’s falling down. Run, run…

London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down.

London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady.

Build it up with gold and silver…

Build it up with wood and clay…

Build it up with pins and needles…

Build it up with stones so strong…

 

 

November 2007

Down is the Earth. Up is the sky.

There are my friends. And here am I.

The silver rain, the shining sun, the fields where scarlet poppies run

And all the ripples of the wheat are in the bread that we do eat.

So when we sit for every meal and say our grace, we always feel

That we are eating rain and sun and fields where scarlet poppies run.

1, 2, buckle my shoe. 3, 4, knock at the door.

5, 6, pick up sticks. 7, 8, lay them straight.

9, 10, a big fat hen. 11, 12, dig and delve.

13, 14, maids a courting. 15, 16, maids in the kitchen.

17, 18, maids in waiting. 19, 20, my plate is empty.

Take a head, some shoulders, knees and toes.

A mouth and eyes that see,

A pair of legs, four feet, one nose,

And what you’ve got is ME.

 

 

December 2007

Down is the Earth. Up is the sky.

There are my friends. And here am I.

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Why do the bells of Christmas ring? Ding Dong

Why do little children sing? Christmas. Christmas.

Once a lovely shining star seen by shepherds from afar

Gently moved until its light made a manger’s cradle bright

There a little baby lay pillowed upon soft hay

And its mother sang and smiled. This is Christ, the holy child

Therefore bells of Christmas ring. Therefore little children sing.

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Joy to the world, The lord has come.

Let Earth receive her king. Let every heart prepare him room.

And heaven and nature sing. And heaven and nature sing.

And heaven and nature sing.

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When the angels began to sing on Christmas night,

A little brown bird sang with them.

He sang and sang for joy. He had never sung a note in all his life.

But today was a special day. It was Christmas.

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Dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh

Over the fields we go, laughing all the way.

Bells on bob-tails ring, making spirits bright

What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight.

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle All the way.

O what fun it is to ride a one-horse open sleigh.

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Sun, sun, shining one, have you a gift for my little son?

Moon, moon, glittering one, have you a gift for my little son?

Stars, stars, twinkling ones, have you a gift for my little son?

Fir tree, fir tree, strong one, have you a gift for my little son?

O children, children of the earth, have you a gift for my little son?

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Jolly old Saint Nicholas, lean your ear this way.

Don’t you tell a single soul what I’m going to say

Christmas Eve is coming soon. Now you dear old man

Whisper what you bring to me. Tell me if you can.

When the clock is striking twelve, when I’m fast asleep

Down the chimney broad and black, with your pack you’ll creep

All the stockings you will find, hanging in a row

Mine will be the shortest ones, you’ll be sure to know

Johnny wants a pair of skates, Susie wants a dolly,

Nelly wants a story book, she thinks dolls are folly.

As for me, my little brain isn’t very bright

Choose for me, old saint Nicholas what you think is right.

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In the world is Christmas. Christmas lives in me.

Again the holy child is born. Love’s messenger to be.

 

 

January 2008

Down is the Earth. Up is the sky.

There are my friends. And here am I.

Uwwwww, uwwwwww. It's winter. It's cold.
Busy are all creatures, winter food to hide.
Nests to make cozy, warm and safe inside.

Daddy Rabbit says: I want to go out.

Mommy Rabbit says: I want to go out.

Daddy Rabbit and Mommy Rabbit walk, hop, run.

Walking walking walking, hop, hop, hop,
Running, running, running, now let's stop.
Walking walking walking, hop, hop, hop,
Running, running, running, now let's stop.

It's too cold. Let's go back home.

Rabbits! Rabbits! Where are you?
Rabbits! Rabbits! Where are you?

Where are the rabbits where the North Winds blow?
We can not see them in the ice and snow.
Deep deep down in the mud they lie,
Rabbits sleeping with tight closed eyes.

Little rabbit wants to go outside. I want to go out.
Mommy says: It's too cold. Come back home.

Rose red is the evening sky.
Do, do let us go on our evening walk.
Tomorrow may be dull and gray.
Do, do let us go on our evening walk.

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Story Time “Goldilocks and the Three Bears”

Story Time ‘Hansel and Gretel”

Story “Sly Fox and Red Hen”

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March 2007

Little Brown Mouse's Secret

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Little Brown Mouse poked his head out of his hole and sniffed.

There was something special about this bright, sunny morning.

And he knew what it was.

Little Brown Mouse ran to tell the apple tree, but the apple tree already knew.

Apple, apple tree. Straight and tall.

Apple, apple tree. Big and small.

Apple, apple tree. Apple, apple tree. You love us all.

Apple tree, apple tree. Do you know? Do you know?

Yes, I know. Yes, I know.

So Little Brown Mouse ran to tell the butterfly.

Butterfly, flutter by in the garden

How happy am I that you're passing by!

How happy am I that you're passing by!

Butterfly, butterfly. Do you know? Do you know?

Yes, I know. Yes, I know.

So Little Brown Mouse went to see his friend the bird.

I'm a bird. I sing my song. And fly, fly, fly all day long.

And at night, I go to rest, And sleep, sleep, sleep in my little nest.

Bird, bird. Do you know? Do you know?

Yes, I know. Yes, I know.

Suddenly, Little Brown Mouse knew just who to tell.

He raced back home, shouting:

'Wake up, Brother Mouse and Sister Mouse. It's Spring'

When March Wind blows, 'Who-oo-oo-oo,' In a soft and gentle way,

He's saying, 'Take your snowsuit off, I'm blowing warm today.'

Wake up, said the sun to the snowdrops.

Wake up, little flowers so white.

Winter has gone. Spring has come.

Wake up for all is bright.

 

 

April 2007

The Enormous Turnip

 In the morning, the sun wakes up everyone,

Then he rises high above to share his love.

And at night, the sun sets

And we too go to our beds.

'The sun is up. The sky is blue.'

He says: 'I want to plant the turnip seeds.'

I dig, dig, dig, And I plant some seeds.

I rake, rake, rake, And I pull some weeds.

I wait and watch. And soon I know,

My garden sprouts And starts to grow.

I dig, dig, dig I dig a hole.

I drop, drop, drop I drop the seeds.

'It is raining,' say the turnip seeds.

They are happy. They sing.

Rain, rain. Drop, drop, drop.

We get bigger. Up, up, up.

In the heart of a seed, Buried deep so deep,

A dear little plant Lay fast asleep.

Wake, said the sun, And creep to the light.

Wake, said the voice Of the raindrops bright.

The little plant heard, And arose to see

What the wonderful Outside might be.

'Look at me! I am tall,' says turnip 1.

'I am very tall,' says turnip 2.

'I am very, very tall,' says turnip 3.

'No, look at me! I am enormous!' says turnip 4.

'Wow!' shouts the old man.

'What an enormous turnip! I want to eat it for dinner.'

The old man, the old lady, the little boy, the little girl, the big dog and the fat cat pull up, down, right, left but they can't pull up the enormous turnip.

The fat cat looks for help.

'Hello, tiny mouse, she says. Come here, please.'

They all pull up and out pops the enormous turnip!

'Hurray!' They shout.

They all sit down for an enormous turnip dinner.

'Yum! Yum! What a tasty turnip!'

Ring around the rosies. A pocket full of posies.

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

All creatures rejoice and the people on Earth

Sing Spring is coming and Springtime is here.

Spring has arrived. Spring has arrived. Where has it arrived?

Arrived in the mountains. Arrived in the valleys. Arrived in my own town.

Flowers are blooming. Flowers are blooming. Where are they blooming?

Blooming in the mountains. Blooming in the valleys. Blooming in my own town.

Birds are singing. Birds are singing. Where are they singing?

Singing in the mountains. Singing in the valleys. Singing in my own town.

 

 

May 2007

The Three Goats

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'Today is Mother's day.' Says Baby Goat

Today is Mother's day. I want to give Mommy some apples.

Today is Mother's Day. I want to give her some flowers.

Today is Mother's Day. I want to give her something cool.

'Mommy! Daddy! Can we go out and play?' ask the three goats.

'OK, but be careful of the troll. He is big and mean.' Says Mommy Goat.

'And be smart. Don't let him get you.' Says Daddy Goat.

Look! I see an apple tree, says Baby Goat.

Tippity-tap. Tippity-tap.

Baby Goat walks on the bridge.

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Stop! I want to eat you, eat you, eat you!

Rumble. Tumble. Grumble. Grump.

 Stop! I want to eat you, eat you, eat you!

Rumble. Tumble. Grumble. Grump.

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'Oh, no! Please don't eat me, Mr. Troll,' says Baby Goat.

'Here comes my sister. She is big and pretty. You can eat her.'

'Hmmm,' he thinks. 'You are right. You can go now.'

Look! I see some flowers, says Sister Goat.

Tippity-tap. Tippity-tap.

Sister Goat walks on the bridge.

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Stop! I want to eat you, eat you, eat you!

Rumble. Tumble. Grumble. Grump.

 Stop! I want to eat you, eat you, eat you!

Rumble. Tumble. Grumble. Grump.

...

'Oh, no! Please don't eat me, Mr. Troll,' says Sister Goat.

'Here comes my brother. He is big and cool. You can eat him.'

'Hmmm,' he thinks. 'You are right. You can go now.'

Look! I see some cute stones, says Brother Goat.

Tippity-tap. Tippity-tap.

Brother Goat walks on the bridge.

...

Stop! I want to eat you, eat you, eat you!

Rumble. Tumble. Grumble. Grump.

 Stop! I want to eat you, eat you, eat you!

Rumble. Tumble. Grumble. Grump.

...

'You are a mean ugly troll. I don't like you. Let me go!'

says brother Goat.

1... 2... 3... 4...

'Aaaaahh!' The troll falls off the bridge and splashes into the water.

Mommy, mommy, here are some apples.

Mommy, mommy, here are some flowers.

Mommy, mommy, here is something cute.

Happy Mother's Day. I love you, Mommy.

Thank you. I love you too.

And Mommy sings:
You are my family. You are healing me.
You are my family. You are healing me.
You are my people. We are one. We are one. We are one.
You are my people. We are one.

 

 

June 2007

The Wind and the Sun

The wind and the sun argued about which of them was the stronger.

The wind said, 'I am so powerful that I can blow all the clouds out of the sky.'

Can you, can you see the wind passing by?

Can you, can you see the wind passing by?

The leaves dance, the clouds fly,

The windows rattle and the trees cry.

But can you, can you see the wind passing by?

The sun said, 'I am more powerful because I can heat up the sea below and this will produce many more clouds.'

Open up the curtains, let the sunshine in.

Open up the curtains, let the sunshine in.

Open up the curtains, let the sunshine in.

Let the sunshine into your heart.

Open up the curtains, let the grumpies out.

Open up the curtains, let the grumpies out.

Open up the curtains, let the grumpies out.

let the sunshine into your heart.

For a long time, the sun and the wind went on arguing. Just then, they saw a boy walking along the road below, the wind suddenly had an idea. He said, 'Let's see who can make that boy take off his coat.' The sun agreed.

The wind started first. He blew as hard as he could. He blew from behind and he blew from in front of the boy. The harder he blew, the more tightly the boy held on to his coat to keep himself warm. After a while, the wind gave up.

Who loves the wind on a stormy night,

when the curtains are drawn and the fires are bright?

Down the chimney, he comes inside

And such an uproar he makes in the house...

Woooooo Woooooo, says the wind.

Now it was the sun's turn. She came out from behind the clouds and shone on the boy. The boy felt warm. It began to get hotter and hotter. Soon the boy could not stand the heat any longer. He took his coat off. The sun had won.

I am the Sun And I bear with my might The Earth by day, the Earth by night.

I hold her fast, and my gifts I bestow To everything on her, so that it may grow:

Man and stone, flower and bee All receive their light from me.

Open your heart, dear child, to me, That we together one light may be.

We are one in the infinite sun, forever and ever and ever.
We are one in the infinite sun, forever and ever and ever.

 

 

July 2007

The Whitsun Daisy Flower

Good morning when it's morning. Good night when it is night.
Good evening when it's dark out. Good day when it is light.
Good morning to the sunshine. Good morning, little morning white flower.


Once there was a little white flower in the meadow. 

Her name is ‘Daisy’. She wants to fly. She wants to run.

But she can not. Her roots grow into earth.

They hold her there. One day she hears singing:

I see skies of blue..... clouds of white
Bright blessed days....dark sacred nights
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.

The daisy raises her head and sees a bird / a white dove sitting on a branch above.

“Bird, bird!,” says the little daisy,

”How beautiful you are. I am trapped here on the earth.

I have no legs. I have no legs to run with. I have no wings.

I have no wings to run with. I have no friends.

I have no friends to play with. I have nothing to do in the world.”

“No. You are a flower”, says the dove.

“You are a child of Father Sun and Mother Earth,”

"You have to hold a gift, a golden treasure,

a tiny flame from Father Sun.

You can share with the bees and butterflies.

Wait for me. I will fetch it and bring it to you.”

The white dove flies into the sky.

How do you like to go up in a swing, up in the air so blue? 

O, I do think it is the pleasantest thing ever a child can do. 

Up in the air and over the wall, till I can see so wide,  

Rivers and trees and cattle and all over the countryside. 

Till I look down on the garden green, down on the roof so brown, 

Up in the air I go flying again, up in the air and down!

… 

Soon the dove returns. He is carrying in his beak a tiny flame, a golden flame from Father Sun himself. The dove gently lays the tiny flame. Suddenly, the flower opens, shining, sparkling. There appears a heart of brightest gold among her petals. "Bees, bees! Butterflies, butterflies, Come to me! Come to me!".

Here is the beehive. Where are the bees ?

Hidden away where nobody sees.

Watch out and you will see them coming out... 1..2..3..4..5..

At Whitsun, the flowers unfold, yellow, white and gold.

The wind blows ever round and round,

Sending us the fire, holy flame of fire.

Spirits of fire, come to us! We will kindle a fire!
Spirits of fire, come to us! We will kindle a fire!
We will kindle a fire, dance the magic circle round.
We will kindle a fire, dance the magic circle round.

 

 

August 2007


The moon on one hand. The sun on the other.
The moon is my sister. The sun is my brother.
The moon on my left. The sun on my right.
My brother good morning. My sister good night.


A woman sits on her sunflower garden. She is very sad.
A fairy comes to her and asks: “Why are you so sad?”
“I have no children,” cries the woman.
“Take this seed and plant it,” says the fairy.
The woman plants the seed. The seed grows into a beautiful sunflower.
She sees a pretty tiny pretty girl in it. “I will name you Thumbelina”

On the lily pad, there’s a pretty girl.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily!
I will help her find her home.


Thumbelina sees a beautiful red flower.
“This can be my new home. Thank you, goldfish.”


There came a little girl and she danced and said, Hey-ho! Let the wind blow!
I love my little rose with her petals so red. Hey-ho! Let the wind blow!


Little flowers, little flowers, With your colors bright,
Look above now to the sky, Full of warmth and light.


Summer comes. Thumbelina is happy.
She plays hide-and-seek with some rabbits.
She listens to the birds sing all day.
“I like my new home,” she says.


I told the sun that I was glad, I'm sure I don't know why.
Somehow the pleasant was he had of shining in the sky.
Just put a notion in my head that wouldn't it be fun
If, walking on the hill, I said, 'I'm happy' to the Sun.


Fall comes. The red flower fades.
“My home is not beautiful anymore, and it doesn’t smell sweet. I want to go home.”


Summer goodbye, Summer goodbye. You may no longer stay,
Autumn is on its way. Summer goodbye, Summer goodbye.

“Come and sit on my back” says the fairy.
“You should go home and see your mother.”
“Mother!” shouts Thumbelina.
“I’m so happy to see you.” Cries her mother.


Little flowers, little flowers, With your colors bright,
Look above now to the sky, Full of warmth and light.
Praise the lovely golden sun, He who gave us birth,
Little flowers, fallen stars, Shining on the earth.

 

 

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