Saturday, April 18, 2009

A great Collection of Waldorf Verses Part 2

First Grade Circle Verses


A sailor went to sea sea sea
to see what she could see see see
But all that she could see see see
was the bottom of the deep blue sea sea sea

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There’s no need to light a night light
On a bright night like tonight.
For a night light is a slight light
On a bright night like tonight.

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Trippity, trippity light and neat
Hark to the putter of dancing feet!
Trippity trippity against the pane
Fairies a-frolicking out in the rain!

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Swing, swing, sing, sing, here’s my throne and I am king!
Swing, swing, sing, sing, farewell earth I’m on the wing!
Low, high, here I fly, like a bird through sunny sky.
Free, free, over the lea, over the mountain, over the sea.

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Calmly we move as the waves of the sea
Steadily beat on the shore.
Sheltering havens of peace shall we be
Till every tempest is over.

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The morning sun has risen, let’s join our hands and go
To brightly flowered meadows, to forests green and gold.
Let’s find a secret hollow where fairies come to play,
And build a hut of willow branch where we may spend the day.
We do not care for danger, we are so strong and brave.
Our hands are ever ready to care, protect and save.
Whatever friend does find us, we lend to them a hand,
And do our best to give our best, to care and understand.
Let’s join our hands and follow, adventure beckons nigh,
To brightly flowered meadows, to mountains great and high.
We stand by one another, by Michaels’s side.
The sun does warm us everyday, the stars do guide at night.
Mother Earth doth secrets hold
In rocks and trees and flowers of old.
Long imprisoned thoughts enfold,
Here is wonder, here is gold.

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Run, run, run, run, to town, to town to have some fun.
Hop, hop, hop, hop, we will hop until we stop.
Skip, skip, skip, skip, we will skip and never trip.
Jump, jump, jump, jump, now we go down with a bump.

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The jolly jester of Sir John, jumped into a giant jar of juicy jam just as a
joke.

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The King’s daughter was wicked and wild
She kicked and she spat
And she never smiled.

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Two legs lifted the little log hut
Legs that were left from you guess what.

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A lovely yellow swallow tail
Landed on a lazy snail
Lying on a lettuce leaf
And lunching like a garden thief.

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The slimy slithering snake and the foolish fox
Slyly found there way into the valley where the
Giggling gaggle of geese greeted the sun with song.

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If you don’t zip up your zipper
You’ll freeze in the breeze
And then begin to sneeze
O please zip up your zipper
O please!

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Ah, the sparkling water tastes divine.
"Ah," said Aga, as he heard the great saga,
"What tall tales are told about bad Baba Yaga".
Ee, he shrieked in glee from tree to tree.
I like fine fawn fur.
Oh, how the yellow flowers glow in the meadow.
OO, the huge owl swoops and hoots uhu, uhu.

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Wiggle wiggle gnome
Wiggle wiggle here and wiggle wiggle there
Wiggle your fingers up in the air
Wiggle your shoulders up and down
Wiggle your nose and smile like a clown
Wiggle your legs both left and right
Wiggle wiggle here and wiggle wiggle there
Now sit down and don’t move a hair.

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K goes of bang
It’s in kiss and kick
Kitchen and keeper
It’s at the end of quick
K is in kettle
Kipper and kite
But sometimes it’s
Modest as in know and knight.

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Queen quite quiet
By the river
Watch the quail quiver and quiver.

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Whether the weather be fine
Or whether the weather be not
Whether the weather be cold
Or whether the weather be hot
We’ll weather the weather
Whatever the weather
Whether we like it or not.

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"How do you do goose?"
"How do you do?"
"Are you a new goose?"
"Quite new, are you?"
"yes, I’m like you, goose,
a true new goose too>"
"How do you do, New Goose?"
"How do you do?"

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My maid Mary,
She minds the dairy,
While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn:
Merrily run the reel,
And the little spinning wheel,
Whilst I am singing and mowing my corn.

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Midst the mountains melting snows
Murmuring breezes meekly blow;
But mighty winds among the vales
Meet mists that move o’er marshes pale.

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Bean bag bean bag 1-2-3
Under your right leg on your knee
Bean bag bean bag 1-2-3
Under your left leg on your toe
Bean bag bean bag 1-2-3
And away you go

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Wake up you sleepy head and go and find the cattle
Wake up you sleepy heads and go and find the cows
The sun is so warm and the cows are all lost
I think I’ll rest until they come home….





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