| Songs to be sung around a fire |
| My Aunt Came Back (Spoken) My Aunt came back from the New York Fair and brought with her a rocking chair. (Rock back and forth) My Aunt came back from Old Japan and brought with her a hand fan. (Rock and fan yourself) My Aunt came back from Old Algiers and brought with her a pair of shears. (Rock, fan and pretend to have scissors.) My Aunt came back from Holland too and brought with her a wooden shoe. (Rock, fan, scissors and tap foot.) My Aunt came back from Waterloo and brought with her some gum to chew. (Rock, fan, scissors, tap and chew.) My Aunt came back from Timbucktoo and brought her a Nut like You! |
| Blue Bottle *Chorus* I have a little present here for you. Inside this tiny bottle, so very small and blue. Please do not uncork it, simply put it on away. For inside there lies a summers day. Put it on away. I'd be pleased if you didn't ask why I gave this gift to you. I don't know myself, did it on a whim as the thought came running through. I just wanna make you happy in a summer time kinda way, and I thought you'd like your own summers day. Put it on away. *Chorus* Can you read the writing on this tiny bottles wall. I know that it's quite small, but I can read it all. It says, "She who is a-readin' me is a -lookin' right at my side and might be sort of interested at what lies inside. There'll be one breath of a butterfly and one ray from the sun and lots and lots of laughter from little children's fun. But don't you dare uncork me, simply put me on away, for inside there lies a summers day." Put it on away. *Chorus* |
| Hi! My name is Joe! (Spoken) Hi! My name is Joe! I have a wife, two kids and I work in a button factory. One day my boss said, "Joe, are you busy?" I said "No." He said, "Turn this button with your..." 1. Right hand 2. Left hand 3. Right foot 4. Left foot 5. Head Verse 6: Hi! My name is Joe! I have a wife, two kids and I work in a button factory. One day my boss said, "Joe, are you busy?" I said, "YES!!!" |
| Fuzzy Wuzzy (Tongue Twister) Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear. Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair. Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy was he? |
| Worms Nobody likes me, everybody hates me. I guess I'll go eat worms. Long thin slimy ones, short fat juicy ones. Itsy bitsy fuzzy wuzzy worms. First you bite their heads off. Then you suck their guts out. Then you throw the skins away. Nobody knows how I can survive on 100 worms a day! Down goes the first one. Down goes the second one. O, how they wiggle and squirm. Long thin slimy ones, Short fat juicy ones. Itsby bitsy fuzzy wuzzy worms! |
| Sippin' Cider (A Repeat song) The cutest boy And just by chance I ever saw That straw did slip Was sippin' ci- And that is how Der through a straw I kissed his lip I asked him if The very next day He'd show me how The preacher came To sip that ci- From sippin' ci- Der through a straw Der through a straw He said of course Now 49 kids He'd show me how All call me ma' To sip that ci- From sippin' ci- Der through a straw Der through a straw First cheek to cheek The moral of The jaw to jaw This story is We sipped that ci- Don't sip that ci- Der through a straw Der through a straw Drink Dr. Pepper!!! |
| Six Little Ducks Six little ducks that I once knew, Fat ones, skinny ones, fair ones too. (Chorus) But the one little duck with the feather on her back, She led the others with a Quack, quack, quack. Quack, quack, quack. Quack, quack, quack. She led the others with a Quack, quack, quack. Down to the river they would go. Wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble to and fro. *chorus* Home from the river they would come. Wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble, ho hum hum. *chorus* |
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| Little Black Things (tune: Clementine) Chorus: Little black things, little black things Crawling up and down my arms. If I wait till they have babies, I can start a black things farm! Haven't had a bath in two years, And I never change my clothes, But I've got these little black things, Where they come from, Heaven knows! Chorus Once a cute boy tried to kiss me, But he screamed and gave a yell, And he ran before I could ask him: Was it the black things or the smell? Chorus |
| Pink Pajamas (tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic) I wear my pink pajamas In the summer when it's hot, I wear my flannel nightie In the winter when it's not. And sometimes in the springtime And sometimes in the fall I jump between the covers, With nothin' on at all! Glory, Glory what's it to ya'! Glory, Glory what's it to ya'! Glory, Glory what's it to ya'! If I jump between the covers With nothin' on at all! |
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