Singing books to children adds a whole dimension to the book - it makes it new! Not only could it be simply read before, but now it has beat! This week's featured *Books with Beat* is This Old Band by Tamera Will Wissinger. Set to the tune of This Old Man...it couldn't be more silly.
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Rhythm & Rhyme Laptime couldn't be more fun! If you missed it...here's a recap of what we did... We read: A good day by Kevin Henkes Nursery Rhyme: Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, Three bags full. One for the master, One for the dame, And one for the … Continue reading The way the babies play…on a Monday morning!
Today is the last day of National Poetry Month. I hope you enjoyed the poem-a-day here at LittleLiteracyLibrarian. Here is one more, just because... A Farewell by Harriet Monroe Good-bye!—no, do not grieve that it is over, The perfect hour; That the winged joy, sweet honey-loving rover, Flits from the flower. Grieve not—it is the … Continue reading Farewell National Poetry Month!
I send you flying in the air, warm wind whistling through your hair; you're jumping, jouncing, all around; somersaulting, then you're down, bouncing hard on your behind - but it's such fun, you don't much mind. From When Riddles Come Rumbling: Poems to Ponder by Rebecca Kai Dotlich
Is he Izzy, Ozzy? by Lou Brooks He's Izzy, isn't he, Ozzy? Izzy oddly says he is, No, I'm Ozzy, Ozzy Iddley, the name of Izzy Oddley's his. Izzy's Ozzy and vice verse-a, And to make the matter worse-a, 'Tis the answer in an Izzy Oddley-Ozzy Iddley quiz. From Twimericks: The book of tongue-twisting limericks.
Little Boy Blue by Mother Goose Little boy blue, Come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, The cow's in the corn. But where is the boy Who looks after the sheep? He's under a haystack, Fast asleep. From My Mother Goose: a collection of favorite rhymes, songs and concepts by David McPhail
Willow by Barbara R. Vance The branches on a willow tree Hang over low for you and me To grab a-hold and swing and swing Until the dinner bell doth ring. From Suzie Bitner was afraid of the drain
What kind of fool am I? by Naomi Shihab Nye He sang with abandon, combing his black, black hair. Each morning in the shower, first in Arabic, rivery ripples of song carrying him back to his first beloved land, then in English, where his repertoire was short. No kind at all! we'd all shout, throwing … Continue reading National Poetry Month – Day 26
Lois Smith, 12 Student One day I'd like a school named after me And all the kids would wonder, "who was she?" They'd probably think I was some rich white lady And not someone cute and a little shady Then one day they'd find me in a book Check out my name and take a … Continue reading National Poetry Month – Day 25