A Song of Flowers

(Tune: “Sing a Song of Sixpence”)

Sing a song of flowers, flowers all around.
Flowers that are growing, growing in the ground
Flowers of each color make a pretty view.
Red and orange and yellow.
And blue and purple, too.

Little Flowers

Little flowers swaying in the breeze,
Turning our faces up to sun and trees,
When the night comes each one nods and sleeps.

If I Were a Little Flower

If I were a little flower
Sleeping underneath the ground,
(Curl up)
I’d raise my head and grow and grow
(Raise head and begin to grow)
And stretch my arms and grow and grow
(Stretch arms)
And nod my head and say,
(Nod head)
“I’m glad to see you all today.”

Growing

May 2, 2016 by ajpassey 1 Comment

Growing

Seeds are buried deep, deep, deep.
In the sun they sleep, sleep, sleep.
Yellow sun is bright, bright, bright.
Raindrops falling light, light, light.
Gentle breezes blow, blow, blow.
Seed, the little seed, grow, grow, grow

The Flower Song

May 2, 2016 by ajpassey Leave a Comment

The Flower Song

(Tune: “Do You Know the Muffin Man“)

Curl up like a tiny seed,
A tiny seed, a tiny seed.
Warm sun is what you need.
Now you can start growing,

Drink the rain and start to rise,
Start to rise, start to rise.
Stretch up tall, arms open wide,
Now a flower’s showing.

Bedtime

November 15, 2014 by ajpassey 3 Comments

Bedtime

The evening is coming, the sun sinks to rest;
The crows are all flying straight home to the nest.
“Caw!” says the crow, as he flies overhead;
“It’s time little people were going to bed!”

The flowers are closing; the daisy’s asleep
The primrose is buried in slumber so deep.
Closed for the night are the roses so red;
It’s time little people were going to bed!

The butterfly, drowsy, has folded its wing;
The bees are returning; no more the birds sing.
The labor is over, their nestlings are fed;
It’s time little people were going to bed!