The Dentist’s Song
(Tune: “Row Your Boat“)
Brush, brush, brush your teeth.
Keep them clean each day.
Then you’ll have a pretty smile,
And healthy teeth all day.
Download this instrumental version of Row, Row, Row Your Boat here.
Nursery Rhymes, Songs, and Fingerplays for Kids
Brush, brush, brush your teeth.
Keep them clean each day.
Then you’ll have a pretty smile,
And healthy teeth all day.
Download this instrumental version of Row, Row, Row Your Boat here.
(Traditional Tune)
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream.
Download this instrumental version of Row Your Boat here.
(Tune: “Ten Little Indians“)
One little, two little, three little Valentines,
Four little, five little, six little Valentines,
Seven little, eight little, nine little Valentines,
Lots of love for you!
My mother said that I never should
Play with the gypsies in the wood.
The wood was dark, the grass was green;
By came Sally with a tambourine.
I went to sea—no ship to get across;
I paid ten shillings for a blind white horse.
I upped on his back and was off in a crack,
Sally, tell my mother I shall never come back.
About the bush, Willie,
about the bee-hive,
About the bush, Willie,
I’ll meet thee alive.
There’s a neat little clock—
In the schoolroom it stands—
And it points to the time
With its two little hands.
And may we, like the clock,
Keep a face clean and bright,
With hands every ready
To do what is right.
Rock-a-bye, Baby,
Upon the tree top,
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall,
Down tumbles cradle,
Baby and all.
Also known as Hush-A-Bye, this song can be either a lullaby (though slightly disturbing at that) or an action song (much more fitting). As an action song, hold the infant or child cradled in your arms. Gently rock the little one back and forth as the wind blows. The when the cradle falls and down tumbles baby, gently lower your arms quickly, and “catch” your little one. Older preschoolers love this song and you can be a little more active in your actions.
Friday night’s dream,
on Saturday told,
Is sure to come true,
be it never so old.
“Billy, Billy, come and play,
While the sun shines bright as day.”
“Yes, my Polly, so I will,
For I love to please you still.”
“Billy, Billy, have you seen
Sam and Betsy on the green?”
“Yes, my Polly, I saw them pass,
Skipping o’er the new-mown grass.”
Old Mother Goose, when
she wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air
On a very fine gander.
Mother Goose had a house,
‘Twas built in a wood.
An owl at the door
For a porter stood.
She had a son Jack,
A plain-looking lad.
He was not very good,
Nor yet very bad.
She sent him to market,
A live goose he bought.
“Here! Mother,” says he,
“It will not go for naught.”
Jack’s goose and her gander
Grew very fond;
They’d both eat together,
Or swim in the pond.
Jack found one morning,
As I have been told,
His goose had laid him
An egg of pure gold.
Jack rode to his mother,
The news for to tell.
She called him a good boy
And said it was well.
And Old Mother Goose
The goose saddled soon,
And mounting its back,
Flew up to the moon.