Fireflies
Winking, blinking, winking, blinking,
See that little light.
Now it’s here,
Now it’s there,
Now it’s out of sight.
Winking, blinking, winking, blinking,
Fireflies at night.
Nursery Rhymes, Songs, and Fingerplays for Kids
Winking, blinking, winking, blinking,
See that little light.
Now it’s here,
Now it’s there,
Now it’s out of sight.
Winking, blinking, winking, blinking,
Fireflies at night.
There was a farmer, had a dog
And BINGO was his name-o
B-I-N-G-O
B-I-N-G-O
B-I-N-G-O
And BINGO was his name-o
There was a farmer, had a dog
And BINGO was his name-o
{Clap} I-N-G-O
{Clap} I-N-G-O
{Clap} I-N-G-O
And BINGO was his name-o
There was a farmer, had a dog
And BINGO was his name-o
{Clap} {Clap} N-G-O
{Clap} {Clap} N-G-O
{Clap} {Clap} N-G-O
And BINGO was his name-o
There was a farmer, had a dog
And BINGO was his name-o
{Clap} {Clap} {Clap} G-O
{Clap} {Clap} {Clap} G-O
{Clap} {Clap} {Clap} G-O
And BINGO was his name-o
There was a farmer, had a dog
And BINGO was his name-o
{Clap} {Clap} {Clap} {Clap} O
{Clap} {Clap} {Clap} {Clap} O
{Clap} {Clap} {Clap} {Clap} O
And BINGO was his name-o
There was a farmer, had a dog
And BINGO was his name-o
{Clap} {Clap} {Clap} {Clap} {Clap}
{Clap} {Clap} {Clap} {Clap} {Clap}
{Clap} {Clap} {Clap} {Clap} {Clap}
And BINGO was his name-o
And BINGO was his name-o
This mooly cow switched her tail all day,
And this mooly cow ate the sweet meadow hay,
And this mooly cow in the water did wade,
And this mooly cow chewed her cud in the shade,
And this mooly cow said, “Moo, the sun’s gone down!
It’s time to take the milk into town.”
Tippy tippy tiptoe see how we go.
Tippy tippy tiptoe to and fro.
Tippy tippy tiptoe through the house.
Tippy tippy tiptoe like a mouse.
Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a rail,
Niddle, naddle went his head,
Wiggle, waggle went his tail.
Here’s a nest for a Robin Redbreast.
{cup hands to form nest}
Here’s a hive for a Busy Bee.
{form fist for beehive}
Here’s a hole for a Jack Rabbit-
{make circle with thumb and forefinger}
And a house for me.
{fingertips together to form roof line}
Two little blackbirds sitting on a hill.
One named Jack and the other named Jill.
Fly away, Jack. Fly away, Jill.
Come back, Jack. Come back, Jill.
Two little blackbirds sitting on a hill.
Reader Michelle F. commented that she sings this rhyme to the tune of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. Here’s the instrumental track so you can give it a go!
This is a choo-choo train
Puffing down the track.
Now it’s going forward,
Now it’s going back.
Now the bell is ringing,
Now the whistle blows,
What a lot of noise it makes
Everywhere it goes.
“Stop,” says the red light,
“Go,” says the green,
“Wait,” says the yellow light
Blinking in between.
That’s what they say and
That’s what they mean.
We all must obey them,
Even the Queen.
Said the first little chicken with a queer little squirm,
“Oh, I wish I could find a fat little worm!”
Said the second little chicken with an odd little shrug,
“Oh, I wish I could find a fat little bug!”
Said the third little chicken with a little sigh of grief,
“Oh, I wish I could find a green little leaf!”
Said the fourth little chicken with a sharp little squeal,
“Oh, I wish I could find some nice yellow meal!”
Said the fifth little chicken with a faint little moan,
“Oh, I wish I could find a wee gravel stone!”
“Now see here!” said their mother from the green garden patch,
“If you want any breakfast, you just come here and scratch!”