The Finger Family 

This is mother, kind and tender, 
Loving all the children dear.
This is father, strong and faithful,
His kind smile is full of cheer. 

This is brother, brave and merry, 
Growing up so straight and tall. 
This is sister, sweet and happy,
Playing with her dearest doll. 

This wee finger is the baby, 
Dearest, sweetest, best of all, 
Here you see the happy fam'ly, 
All its members great and small. 

Grandma's Knitting Song 

Dear Grandmamma is knitting with her fluffy ball of yarn, 
And her needles are so slender and so bright. 
She is knitting for the baby a wee shirt to keep him warm, 
And the shining needles dance from left to right. 

Click! sing the needles as they pull the yarn along, 
And the shining points the faster dance and sing. 
Softly click, click clicking over under and around, 
As the stitches into order fast they bring. 

Now the happy task is finished ev'ry stitch and thread and seam, 
Has been fashioned by those loving hands with care. 
And the wool the old sheep gave us has by all this work been changed, 
To a dainty shirt for baby dear to wear.

The Target Maker 

I've come to buy a target, sir, And how much must I pay?
It must have five big circles round, in colors bright I say.

The bull's eye you must paint with gold, the next ring must be red,
Then blue and black in order come, exactly as I've said. 

Then make the outer circle white, an easy mark to hit, 
Now tell me how much I must pay, when you have finished it? 

A penny for the smooth round board, with painted circles fair,
A penny for the labor too, that must be done with care. 

A penny for the braces firm, of iron strong and stout, 
The price is just, who cannot pay, must surely go without. 


Rub a Dub Dub 

A rub-a-dub-dub, a rub-a-dub-dub, 
We're soldiers brave and true. 
The band shall play and the flag shall wave,
'Tis the red, the white, the blue. 

A rub-a-dub-dub, a rub-a-dub-dub,
We're marching as we sing. 
The bugles blow and the banners wave,
And our voices ring.

Oh Wide, Wide World 

Oh big round world, oh wide, wide world. How wonderful you are. 
Your oceans are so very deep, your hills reach up so far. 
Down thro' your valleys wide and green, such mighty rivers flow. 
Upon your great sky reaching hills, such giant forests grow.

So many lovely blossoms bloom, upon your ample breast
And flow'r and leaf and tree and bud, in colors bright are dressed.
And are you such an old, old world, as all the people say? 
And have you really, really lived, forever and a day? 

Dear little child the God above made me as well as you, 
The glorious sun, the shining stars, up in the heav'ns so blue.
And flow'r and leaf and bud and tree, the hill and valley too,
The river wide, the ocean deep, each has some work to do.


Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, fall the tiny raindrops,
Plashing oh so lightly on the window pane.
Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, hear their voices calling,
'Tis a summer shower, 'tis the falling rain.
Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, drip, drip, drop,
Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, drip, drip, drop.

Ev'ry leaf, ev'ry flower, bids the raindrops welcome,
While the thirsty earth with gladness drinks her fill,
Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, washing ev'ry petal,
Filling ev'ry brook and ev'ry tiny rill.
Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, drip, drip, drop,
Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, drip, drip, drop,


The River 

River, river, tell me pray,
Whence you come to meet me,
Rolling swiftly on your way,
Pause awhile and greet me. 

Dearest child, I may not wait,
Mountain snowtops feed me,
I must hasten or be late,
For the tasks that need me.

I must water all the fields,
All the flowers growing,
Thus the earth her harvest yields,
As I'm onward flowing.

So I rush and hurry on,
Nor a moment tarry,
Safely to the waiting sea,
Laden ships I carry.


The Fishes 

See the tiny fishes dart, to and fro, to and fro,
Like a gleaming ray of light, swift they go, swift they go.
In the babbling brook they play, darting near and then away,
To and fro, to and fro, to and fro.

Let me hold you in my hand, little fish, in the brook,
At your shining silver scales let me look, let me look.
I will very careful be, you need have no fear of me
Little fish in the brook, in the brook.

To your hands we cannot come, little friend, kind and dear.
Here we're happy, safe and free, leave us here, leave us here.
We must in the water stay, cannot with the children play,
Little friend kind and dear, kind and dear.


Boating Song 

Lightly our boat is rocking, rocking, out on the river's breast,
Softly the oars are dipping, dipping, into the wave's white crest.

Slowly our boat is floating, floating, down where the willows grow.
Gently our boat is drifting, drifting, bright ripples past us flow.


Dance of the Rainbow Fairies 

We are fairies from fairy land, happy today,
And our dresses are made from the moon's silver ray,
Our wings are of gauze lately washed by the dew,
And flash from their folds ev'ry bright rainbow hue.

So we dance on the dewdrops and on the lake's breast,
On the rainbow that curves o'er the waterfall's crest,
But forth rides the sun in his chariot on high
And home all the bright rainbow fairies must fly. 

The Wind Mill 

The Windmill is whirling away up so high,
He plays with the breeze that goes frolicing by.
He cares not from whence come these breezes his way,
But plays with them all thro' the bright summer day. 

Buy do not suppose that his life is all play,
He whirls and he whirls in this frolicsome way,
For he pumps water clear from the well at his feet,
And gives all the barnyard a drink cool and sweet.


The Wind 

Oh, the North wind how he blows,
Romping down the street he goes,
In his play.
And he brings an icy blast
From the snowfields he has passed
On his way.

But the West wind from the plain 
Brings dry weather back again,
Clear and bright.
Over farm and field he goes,
Over rolling prairie blows,
Free and light.

Oh, the East wind brings us rain,
Dashing 'gainst the window pane,
Wet and cold.
But tho' chill and wet he blow,
Rain will make the flowers grow,
Buds unfold.

Oh, the South wind soft and mild,
Joyous as a little child
At its play,
Brings the birds and flowers sweet 
Back again their friends to greet,
Happy day. 


The Light Bird 

Verses 1,2,3:

Oh, pretty bird of colored light,
Why do you fly away?
You are so lovely, colors bright,
Rest from your never ceasing flight,
I'd love with you to play,
I'd love with you to play.

From the great sun I come to you,
From the great sun on high.
I turn to orange, red and blue,
Glowing with ev'ry rainbow hue,
As round and round I fly,
As round and round I fly.

But in my flight I must not stay,
While shines the sun on high,
I must to flow'r and field away,
Open the blossoms to the day,
So little one goodbye,
So little one goodbye.


The light bird now has flown away,
It will not in the fingers stay,
'Tis made of sunshine warm and bright,
This pretty bird of light.

Greeting to the Sun 

Good morning to you, glorious sun,
You bring the morning light;
You pale the moon and stars from view
And drive away the night,
And drive away the night.

You waken ev'ry little bird
That sleeps upon a tree;
You open all the flower buds,
Their golden hearts to see,
Their golden hearts to see.

You waken all the children too
And seem to each to say;
"Rise, dearest child, I bring to you
Another happy day,
Another happy day!"

The Rainbow 

Verse 1:
Oh, arch of glory curving there on high,
Whence comest thou?
Oh, lovely vision lighting all the sky,
What meanest thou?

I come, oh child, from broken rays of light,
I promise thee a clear and peaceful night,
A smiling morn to greet thy waking sight,
Oh, little one, oh, little one.

Verse 2:
Art thou the butterfly of heavenly fields,
Oh, lovely bow?
Then ev'ry heav'nly flow'r that fragrance yields,
Must love thee so.

Oh, no, my child, I shine that all may see
How sweet a messenger of God to be
A heav'nly messenger of hope to thee,
Oh, little one, oh, little one.

The Birth of the Butterfly 

Caterpillar come from thy tiny egg
On the dewy leaf so green,
The flowers are a-bud, the birds are come,
It is time thou abroad wert seen.
Caterpillar grow, for thy summer's task
Ev'ry busy hour shall fill;
The flowers are awaiting thy second birth,
Then do thy work with a will.

Caterpillar sleep in thy cocoon's fold
In thy snug and silken bed.
The winds may blow, the raindrops fall,
Not a drop shall touch thy head.
Butterfly creep from thy brown cocoon,
Spread thy lovely silken wings;
Ev'ry blossom bright, ev'ry garden flow'r
To thee a welcome brings.

Mistress Doh and Her Neighbors 

Doh lives here in a wee little house and Ray lives right next door;
Then Me comes next whose dearest friend is Fah the last of the four;
Fah stays always close to Me and Me to Ray does say,
"We'll go to visit Mistress Doh, this bright and sunny day."

Close to Doh, on the other side, lives Te her next door neighbor,
Then come Lah a woeful chap, then Soh so strong and able. 
Soh goes quickly back to Lah and Lah walks into Te's house,
And all these neighbors, near and far, go to call at Mistress Doh's house.

The Giants 

We'll play we're giants tall,
As tall as tall can be,
And when we reach clear up to the sky,
The sun, moon and stars we'll see;
We'll bump our heads 'gainst the clouds,
Our hands we'll stretch so high
That we'll feel the points of the tiny stars,
That hang up in the sky. 

Welcome Song 

Dear child, we welcome you today,
Empty has been your place,
And we are glad to see again
Your bright and smiling face.

I thank you little children all,
For your kind words to me,
And I am also glad again
My playmates dear to see. 

Good bye 

Good bye dear friends, we must away,
Our work is done, 'tis time for play;
Sleep well thro'out the coming night,
We'll greet you with the morning light.