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Little Acorn Learning Fingerplays, Verses & Songs Animals and Farmyard |
| ~ Mighty Oaks from Little Acorns Grow Nature Based Caregiving for Young Children |
by Maud Burnham
When the Farmer's day is done,
In the barnyard, ev'ry one,
Beast and bird politely say,
"Thank you for my food to-day.
"The cow says, " Moo!
"The pigeon, "Coo!"
The sheep says, "Baa!"
The lamb says, "Maa!"
The hen, "Cluck! Cluck!"
"Quack! " says the duck;
The dog, "Bow Wow!"
The cat, "Meow!"
The horse says, " Neigh!
I love sweet hay!"
The pig near by,
Grunts in his sty.
When the barn is locked up tight,
Then the Farmer says, "Good-night!"
Thanks his animals, ev'ry one,
For the work that has been done.
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The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then,
Poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing!
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Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool?
Yes, marry, have I, Three bags full:
One for my master, One for my dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives in the lane.
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Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, Where have you been?
I've been to London To look at the Queen
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, What did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under her chair.
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Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where's the boy that looks after the sheep?
He's under the haycock, fast asleep.
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The Little Doves
High on the top of an old pine-tree,
Broods a mother dove with her young ones three;
Warm over them is her soft downy breast,
And they sing so sweetly in their nest:
"Coo," say the little ones, " Coo," says she,
All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
Soundly they sleep through the moonshiny night,
Each young one covered and tucked in tight;
Morn wakes them up with the first blush of light,
And they sing to each other with all their might:
"Coo," say the little ones, " Coo," says she,
All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
When in the nest they are all left alone,
While their mother dear for their food has flown,
Quiet and gentle they all remain,
Till their mother they see come home again:
Then "Coo," say the little ones, "Coo,” says she,
All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
When they are fed by their tender mother,
One never will push nor crowd another:
Each opens widely his own little bill,
And he patiently waits, and gets his fill:
Then " Coo," say the little ones, " Coo," says she,
All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
Wisely the mother begins, by and by,
To make her young ones learn to fly;
Just for a little way over the brink,
Then back to the nest as quick as a wink:
And " Coo," say the little ones, " Coo," says she,
All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
Fast grow the young ones, day and night,
Till their wings are plumed for a longer flight;
Till unto them at the last draws nigh
The time when they all must say good-by:
Then " Coo," say the little ones, " Coo," says she,
And away they fly from the old pine-tree.
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The Cow
Robert Louis Stevenson
The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;
And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.
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Kindness to Animals
Unknown
Little children, never give
Pain to things that feel and live:
Let the gentle robin come
For the crumbs you save at home,—
As his meat you throw along
He'll repay you with a song;
Never hurt the timid hare
Peeping from her green grass lair,
Let her come and sport and play
On the lawn at close of day;
The little lark goes soaring high
To the bright windows of the sky,
Singing as if 'twere always spring,
And fluttering on an untired wing,—
Oh! let him sing his happy song,
Nor do these gentle creatures wrong.
When the Farmer's day is done,
In the barnyard, ev'ry one,
Beast and bird politely say,
"Thank you for my food to-day.
"The cow says, " Moo!
"The pigeon, "Coo!"
The sheep says, "Baa!"
The lamb says, "Maa!"
The hen, "Cluck! Cluck!"
"Quack! " says the duck;
The dog, "Bow Wow!"
The cat, "Meow!"
The horse says, " Neigh!
I love sweet hay!"
The pig near by,
Grunts in his sty.
When the barn is locked up tight,
Then the Farmer says, "Good-night!"
Thanks his animals, ev'ry one,
For the work that has been done.
--------------------------------------
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then,
Poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing!
--------------------------------------
Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool?
Yes, marry, have I, Three bags full:
One for my master, One for my dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives in the lane.
--------------------------------------
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, Where have you been?
I've been to London To look at the Queen
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, What did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under her chair.
--------------------------------------
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where's the boy that looks after the sheep?
He's under the haycock, fast asleep.
--------------------------------------
The Little Doves
High on the top of an old pine-tree,
Broods a mother dove with her young ones three;
Warm over them is her soft downy breast,
And they sing so sweetly in their nest:
"Coo," say the little ones, " Coo," says she,
All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
Soundly they sleep through the moonshiny night,
Each young one covered and tucked in tight;
Morn wakes them up with the first blush of light,
And they sing to each other with all their might:
"Coo," say the little ones, " Coo," says she,
All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
When in the nest they are all left alone,
While their mother dear for their food has flown,
Quiet and gentle they all remain,
Till their mother they see come home again:
Then "Coo," say the little ones, "Coo,” says she,
All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
When they are fed by their tender mother,
One never will push nor crowd another:
Each opens widely his own little bill,
And he patiently waits, and gets his fill:
Then " Coo," say the little ones, " Coo," says she,
All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
Wisely the mother begins, by and by,
To make her young ones learn to fly;
Just for a little way over the brink,
Then back to the nest as quick as a wink:
And " Coo," say the little ones, " Coo," says she,
All in their nest in the old pine-tree.
Fast grow the young ones, day and night,
Till their wings are plumed for a longer flight;
Till unto them at the last draws nigh
The time when they all must say good-by:
Then " Coo," say the little ones, " Coo," says she,
And away they fly from the old pine-tree.
--------------------------------------
The Cow
Robert Louis Stevenson
The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;
And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.
--------------------------------------
Kindness to Animals
Unknown
Little children, never give
Pain to things that feel and live:
Let the gentle robin come
For the crumbs you save at home,—
As his meat you throw along
He'll repay you with a song;
Never hurt the timid hare
Peeping from her green grass lair,
Let her come and sport and play
On the lawn at close of day;
The little lark goes soaring high
To the bright windows of the sky,
Singing as if 'twere always spring,
And fluttering on an untired wing,—
Oh! let him sing his happy song,
Nor do these gentle creatures wrong.