Turkey in the Straw

As I was a-goin’
On down the road
With a tired team
And a heavy load
I cracked my whip
And the leader sprung
I says day-day
To the wagon tongue

Turkey in the straw
Turkey in the straw
Roll ‘em up and twist ‘em up
A high tuck a-haw
And hit ‘em up a tune called
Turkey in the Straw

Went out to milk
And I didn’t know how
I milked the goat
Instead of the cow
A monkey sittin’
On a pile of straw
A winkin’ at
His mother-in-law

Turkey in the straw
Turkey in the straw
Roll ‘em up and twist ‘em up
A high tuck a-haw
And hit ‘em up a tune called
Turkey in the Straw

I came to the river
And I couldn’t get across
So I paid five dollars
For a big bay hoss
Well, he wouldn’t go ahead
And he wouldn’t stand still
So he went up and down
Like an old saw mill

Turkey in the straw
Turkey in the straw
Roll ‘em up and twist ‘em up
A high tuck a-haw
And hit ‘em up a tune called
Turkey in the Straw

Did you ever go fishin’
On a warm summer day
When all the fish
Were swimmin’ in the bay
With their hands in their pockets
And their pockets in their pants
Did you ever see a fishie
Do the Hootchy-Kootchy Dance?

Turkey in the straw
Turkey in the straw
Roll ‘em up and twist ‘em up
A high tuck a-haw
And hit ‘em up a tune called
Turkey in the Straw

Wikipedia Lyrics
Turkey in de straw, turkey in de hay
Turkey in de straw, turkey in de hay
Roll ‘em up an’ twist ‘em up a high tuc-ka-haw
An’ twist ‘em up a tune called Turkey in the Straw

Life is Beautiful

Composer: Nicola Piovani
Singer: Noa

Smile, without a reason why
Love, as if you were a child,
Smile, no matter what they tell you
Don’t listen to a word they say
Cause life is beautiful that way.

Tears, a tidal wave of tears
Light, that slowly disappears
Wait, before you close the curtain
There is still another game to play
And life is beautiful that way

Here with his eyes forevermore
I will always be as close as you
remember from before
Now that you’re out there on your own
Remember what is real and
what we dream is love alone

Keep the laughter in you eyes
Soon your long awaited prize
We’ll forget about our sorrows
And think about a brighter day
Cause life is beautiful that way.

We’ll forget about our sorrows
And think about a brighter day,
Cause life is beautiful that way
There’s still another game to play
And life is beautiful that way.

En català:

Diada in Barcelona : TV3 Catalunya

The Little Red House with a Star Inside

Once upon a time a little boy named Johnny asked his mother to make a mommy magic for him.

“How would you like to find a little red house with no windows, no doors, a chimney on top, and a star inside?” asked his mother.

Johnny said he would like that very much.

So Johnny and his mother went for a walk.

They saw Johnny’s friend, Jenny, jumping rope.

“Do you know where I can find a little red house with no windows, no doors, a chimney on top, and a star inside” asked Johnny?

“No.” said Jenny. “But maybe Farmer Jones knows that.”

Johnny and his mother walked until they came to Farmer Jones.

Johnny asked him, “Do you know where I can find a little red house with no windows, no doors, a chimney on top, and a star inside?”

“No.” said Farmer Jones. But I bet my Grandma knows. She has lived a long, long time, and she knows most everything.”

They went to see Grandma Jones. She was rocking back and forth in a rocking chair on the front porch.

Johnny asked her, “Grandma, Jones, do you know where I can find a little red house with no windows, no doors, a chimney on top, and a star in the middle?”

“Go into the orchard and ask Mr. Wind.” said Grandma Jones.

So Johnny went into the orchard.

Mr. Wind came and blew so hard, that an apple fell down onto Johnny’s lap.

“This is what we’ve been looking for!” shouted Johnny. They cut it open, and inside was a star.

Johnny and his mother walked home and showed Grandma Jones, Farmer Jones, and Jenny the apple. Then each of them ate a piece of the apple.

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Haunted House

By Jack Prelutsky

There’s a house upon the hilltop
We will not go inside
For that is where the witches live,
Where ghosts and goblins hide.

Tonight they have their party,
All the lights are burning bright,
But oh we will not go inside
The haunted house tonight.

The demons there are whirling
And the spirits swirl about.
They sing their songs to Halloween.
“Come join the fun,” they shout.

But we do not want to go there
So we run with all our might
And oh we will not go inside
The haunted house tonight

IT’S HALLOWEEN

By Jack Prelutsky

It’s Halloween! It’s Halloween!
The moon is full and bright
And we shall see what can’t be seen
On any other night.

Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls,
Grinning goblins fighting duels,
Werewolves rising from their tombs,
Witches on their magic brooms.

In masks and gowns
we haunt the street
And knock on doors
for trick or treat.

Tonight we are
the king and queen,
For oh tonight
it’s Halloween!

Tooter4Kids : Halloween Poetry

Hist Whist

By E. E. Cummings
http://thekittycats.wordpress.com/

hist whist
little ghostthings
tip-toe
twinkle-toe

little twitchy
witches and tingling
goblins
hob-a-nob hob-a-nob

little hoppy happy
toad in tweeds
tweeds
little itchy mousies

with scuttling
eyes rustle and run and
hidehidehide
whisk

whisk look out for the old woman
with the wart on her nose
what she’ll do to yer
nobody knows

for she knows the devil ooch
the devil ouch
the devil
ach the great

green
dancing
devil
devil

devil
devil

wheeEEE

The Superstitious Ghost

By Arthur Guiterman

I’m such a quiet little ghost,
Demure and inoffensive,
The other spirits say I’m most
Absurdly apprehensive.
Through all the merry hours of night
I’m uniformly cheerful;
I love the dark; but in the light,
I own I’m rather fearful.
Each dawn I cower down in bed,
In every brightness seeing,
That weird uncanny form of dread—
An awful Human Being!
Of course I’m told they can’t exist,
That Nature would not let them;
But Willy Spook, the Humanist,
Declares that he has met them!
He says they do not glide like us,
But walk in eerie paces;
They’re solid, not diaphanous,
With arms! and legs!! and faces!!!
And some are beggars, some are kings,
Some have and some are wanting,
They squander time in doing things,
Instead of simply haunting.
They talk of “art,” the horrid crew,
And things they call “ambitions.”
Oh, yes, I know as well as you
They’re only superstitions.
But should the dreadful day arrive
When, starting up, I see one,
I’m sure ’twill scare me quite alive;
And then—Oh, then I’ll be one!

Horror Masters

LA BRUJA MARUJA

Video: Barbara y Dick con los Niños – La bruja Maruja

La bruja Maruja nació de una burbuja de blanco jabón.
La bruja Maruja nació sin escoba, se fue hacia la alcoba y se puso a jugar.
Los niños dormían, la bruja jugaba, y como era invisible, nadie la miraba.
Y es que no era bruja, ni bruja ni nada. La bruja Maruja era solo un hada.
…

La bruja Maruja
era encantadora
se quedó a vivir
en la mecedora
…

La bruja Maruja
nació en la burbuja
de blanco jabón.

La bruja Maruja
nació sin escoba,
se fué hacia la alcoba,
se puso a jugar.

Los niños dormían,
la bruja jugaba,
como era invisible
nadie la encontraba.

La bruja Maruja
era encantadora,
se quedó a vivir
en la mecedora.

Los niños reían,
los padres cantaban
y los abuelitos
saltaban, saltaban.

y es que no era bruja,
ni bruja ni nada,
la bruja Maruja
era sólo un hada.

It’s a Small World

Written by: Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman
Audio: NIEHS

It’s a world of laughter, a world of tears;
It’s a world of hopes and a world of fears;
There’s so much that we share,
That it’s time we’re aware
It’s a small world, after all.

It’s a Small World, after all;
It’s a Small World, after all;
It’s a Small World, after all;
It’s a small, small, world.

There is just one moon and one golden sun,
And a smile means friendship to everyone;
‘Though the mountains divide,
and the oceans are wide,
It’s a small world, after all.

It’s a Small World, after all;
It’s a Small World, after all;
It’s a Small World, after all;
It’s a small, small, world.

From a recent DISNEYLAND itinerary

Spanish

En el mundo hay risas y dolor
Esperanzas y hay tambien temor
Mucho hay en verdad, que poder compartir
Entre la humanidad

Muy pequeño el mundo es
Muy pequeño el mundo es
Debe haber mas hermandad
Muy pequeño es

Una luna hay solo hay un sol
Para todos brillan sin distincion
Y aunque muy grandes son, las montañas y el mar
Muy pequeño el mundo es

Muy pequeño el mundo es
Muy pequeño el mundo es
Debe haber mas hermandad
Muy pequeño es

French:

Au bout du Pole Nord ou sur l’equateur
Il y a un jean qui rit il y a un jean qui pleure
Du soleil due midi au soleil de minuit
On a tous la même vie

Car le monde est tout petit
Devant le ciel on se dit
Que nous sommes des fourmis
Le monde est petit

Au bout du Pole Nord ou sur l’equateur
On a toujours l’air de venir d’ailleurs
Mais quand on fait le tour de nos joies, nos ennuis
On a tous la même vie

Car le monde est tout petit
Devant le ciel on se dit
Que nous sommes des fourmis
Le monde est petit

Italian

Mari e monti non ci dividono,
Luna e sole sempre risplendono,
Se un sorriso farai in risposta tu avrai,
Amicizia e simpatia.

E un mondo piccolo,
Dopo tutto è piccolo,
E un mondo favoloso,
Ma è piccolo.

German

Es gibt nur einen Mond, eine Sonne scheint,
Und mit Läscheln ist bloss nur Freundschaft gemeint,
Trennen Berge und Meere und Grenzen querfeldein,
Diese Welt ist ja so klein.

Diese Welt ist klein, so klein,
Diese Welt ist fein, so fein,
Diese Welt ist klein, so klein,
Diese Welt ist fein.

Nihongo

Sekaijû dare datte,
Hohoemeba nakayoshi sa,
Heiwa inori te o kumi arukô,
Chiisa na sekai.

Sekai wa hitotsu,
Sekai wa onaji,
Sekai wa marui,
Tada hitotsu.

Kotoba wa minna chigatte mo,
Minna no kokoro wa onaji,
Katakumi atte mirai e arukô,
Chiisa na sekai.

All Mixed Up

Pete Seeger

You know this language that we speak
Is part German, part Latin, and part Greek
With some Celtic and Arabic all in the heap
Well amended by the men in the street
Choctaw gave us the word “OK”
“Vamose” is a word from Mexico way
And all of this is a hint I suspect
Of what comes next

I think that this whole world
Soon mama my whole wide world
Soon mama my whole world
Soon gonna be gettin’ mixed up

I like Polish sausage, I like Spanish rice
Pizza pie is also nice
Corn and beans from the Indians here
Washed down by some German beer
Marco Polo traveled by camel and pony
He brought to Italy the first macaroni
And you and I as well as we’re able
Put it all on the table

I think that this whole world
Soon mama my whole wide world
Soon mama my whole world
Soon gonna be gettin’ mixed up

There were no red-headed Irishmen
Before the Vikings landed in Ireland
How many Romans had dark curly hair
Before they brought slaves from Africa?
No race of man is completely pure
Nor is anyman’s mind, and that’s for sure
The winds mix the dust of every land
And so will man

I think that this whole world
Soon mama my whole wide world
Soon mama my whole world
Soon gonna be gettin’ mixed up

This doesn’t mean we must all be the same
We’ll have different faces and different names
Long live many different kinds of races
And difference of opinion that makes horse races
Just remember the rule about rules, brother
What’s right with one is wrong with another
And take a tip from La Belle France
“Viva la difference!”

I think that this whole world
Soon mama my whole wide world
Soon mama my whole world
Soon gonna be gettin’ mixed up