The sons of the prophet were hardy and bold,
And quite unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest of these was a man, I am told
Named Abdul Abulbul Amir.

This son of the desert, in battle aroused,
Could spit twenty men on his spear.
A terrible creature, both sober and soused
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.

When they needed a man to encourage the van,
Or to harass the foe from the rear,
Or to storm a redoubt, they had only to shout
For Abdul Abulbul Amir.

There are heroes aplenty and men known to fame
In the troops that were led by the Czar;
But the bravest of these was a man by the name
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

He could imitate Irving, play Euchre and pool
And perform on the Spanish Guitar.
In fact, quite the cream of the Muscovite team
Was Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

The ladies all loved him, his rivals were few;
He could drink them all under the bar.
As gallant or tank, there was no one to rank
With Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun
And donned his most truculent sneer
Downtown he did go, where he trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir

“Young man,” quoth Bulbul, “has life grown so dull,
That you’re anxious to end your career?
Vile infidel! Know, you have trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.”

“So take your last look at the sunshine and brook
And send your regrets to the Czar;
By this I imply you are going to die,
Mr. Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.”

Quoth Ivan, “My friend, your remarks, in the end,
Will avail you but little, I fear,
For you ne’er will survive to repeat them alive,
Mr. Abdul Abulbul Amir!”

Then this bold mameluke drew his trusty chibouque
With a cry of “Allah Akbar!”
And with murderous intent, he ferociously went
For Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

They parried and thrust and they side-stepped and cussed
‘Till their blood would have filled a great pot.
The philologist blokes, who seldom crack jokes,
Say that hash was first made on that spot.

They fought all that night, ‘neath the pale yellow moon;
The din, it was heard from afar;
And great multitudes came, so great was the fame
of Abdul and Ivan Skivar.

As Abdul’s long knife was extracting the life –
In fact, he was shouting “Huzzah!” – –
He felt himself struck by that wily Kalmuck,
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

The sultan drove by in his red-breasted fly,
Expecting the victor to cheer;
But he only drew nigh to hear the last sigh
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.

Czar Petrovich, too, in his spectacles blue
Rode up in his new crested car.
He arrived just in time to exchange a last line
With Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

A loud-sounding splash from the Danube was heard
Resounding o’er meadows afar;
It came from the sack fitting close to the back
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skovar.

There’s a tomb rises up where the blue Danube flows;
Engraved there in characters clear;
“Ah stranger, when passing, please pray for the soul
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.”

A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps,
‘Neath the light of the pale polar star;
And the name that she murmurs as oft as she weeps
Is Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

Way down in the Congoland
Lived a happy chimpanzee.
She loved a monkey with long tail
(Lordy, how she loved him!)
Each night he would find her there,
Swinging in the cocoanut tree,
And the monkey gay,
At the break of day,
Loved to hear his Chimpie say:

“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Chimpie to the Monk,
“Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Monkey to the Chimp.
All night long they’d chatter away,
All day long there were happy and gay,
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way.
“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Means “Monk, I love but you.”
“Baba, daba, dab,” in monkey talk
Means “Chimp, I love you, too.”
Then the big baboon one night in June,
He married them and very soon,
They went upon their aba, daba honeymoon.

“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Chimpie to the Monk,
“Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Monkey to the Chimp.
All night long they’d chatter away,
All day long there were happy and gay,
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way.
“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Means “Monk, I love but you.”
“Baba, daba, dab,” in monkey talk
Means “Chimp, I love you, too.”
One night they were made man and wife,
And now they cry, “This is the life,”
Since they came from their aba, daba honeymoon.

Well, you should have heard that band
Play upon their wedding day,
Each Chimp and Monkey had nutshells
(Lordy, how they played them)
And now it is ev’ry night,
High up in the cocoanut tree.
It’s the same old thing,
With the same old swing,
When the Monk and Chimpie sing:

“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Chimpie to the Monk,
“Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Monkey to the Chimp.
All night long they’d chatter away,
All day long there were happy and gay,
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way.
“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Means “Monk, I love but you.”
“Baba, daba, dab,” in monkey talk
Means “Chimp, I love you, too.”
Then the big baboon one night in June,
He married them and very soon,
They went upon their aba, daba honeymoon.

“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Chimpie to the Monk,
“Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Monkey to the Chimp.
All night long they’d chatter away,
All day long there were happy and gay,
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way.
“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Means “Monk, I love but you.”
“Baba, daba, dab,” in monkey talk
Means “Chimp, I love you, too.”
One night they were made man and wife,
And now they cry, “This is the life,”
Since they came from their aba, daba honeymoon.

Little ones at play
Went out one summer’s day,
They went out a-walking
Just for fun-fun-fun.
But when they stopped to rest,
The first were served the best.
They found them seats a-plenty
All but one-one-one.

Goodbye! Goodbye!
We’re very, very sorry that
You have to go away.
Goodbye! Goodbye!
Please come with us a-walking
Yet another day.

A-tisket a-tasket
A green and yellow basket
I wrote a letter to my love
And on the way I dropped it

I dropped it, I dropped it
And on the way I dropped it
A little boy (girl) picked it up
And put it in his (her) pocket

One time we went a-fishing,
Fishing, fishing,
One time we went a-fishing
On a summer day.
And Becky caught a minnow,
Justin caught a frog!
Megan dragged a crab out
From underneath a log.
The fish I caught was THAT big!
THAT big! THAT big!
The fish I caught was THAT big!
(Pause and indicate the size of the fish)
But he got away!

A-B-C-D-E-F-G,
Jesus died for you and me
H-I-J-K-L-M-N,
Jesus died for sinful men, AMEN!
O-P-Q-R-S-T-U,
I believe God’s word is true,
V-W,
God has promised you
X-Y-Z,
A home eternally.

A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
Heigh ho, the dairy-o, a hunting we will go
A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
We’ll catch a fox and put him in a box
And then we’ll let him go

A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
Heigh ho, the dairy-o, a hunting we will go
A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
We’ll catch a fish and put him on a dish
And then we’ll let him go

A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
Heigh ho, the dairy-o, a hunting we will go
A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
We’ll catch a bear and cut his hair
And then we’ll let him go

A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
Heigh ho, the dairy-o, a hunting we will go
A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
We’ll catch a pig and dance a little jig
And then we’ll let him go

A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
Heigh ho, the dairy-o, a hunting we will go
A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
We’ll catch a giraffe and make him laugh
And then we’ll let him go

O come, all ye faithful,
Joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem.
Come and behold Him,
Born the King of Angels;
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

O Sing, choirs of angels,
Sing in exultation,
Sing all that hear in heaven God’s holy word.
Give to our Father glory in the Highest;
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

All Hail! Lord, we greet Thee,
Born this happy morning,
O Jesus! for evermore be Thy name adored.
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing;
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

I’m bringing home a baby bumblebee
Won’t my Mommy be surprised at me
(Cup hands together as if holding bee)

I’m bringing home a baby bumblebee
Ouch, he stung me
(Shake hands as if just stung)

I’m squishing up a baby bumblebee
Won’t my Mommy be surprised at me
(‘Squish’ bee between palms of hands)

I’m squishing up a baby bumblebee
Squish, squish, squish
(‘Squish’ bee between palms of hands)

I’m licking up a baby bumblebee
Won’t my Mommy be surprised at me
(Pretend to lick bee off hands)

I’m licking up a baby bumblebee
Slurp, slurp, slurp
(Make slurping sounds)

I’m throwing up a baby bumblebee
Won’t my Mommy be surprised at me
(Stick tongue out and look ‘sick’)

I’m throwing up a baby bumblebee
Blech, blech, blech
(Make awful face)

I’m sweeping up a baby bumblebee
Won’t my Mommy be surprised at me
(‘Sweep’ bee up with one hand into the other)

I’m sweeping up a baby bumblebee
Swish, swish, swish
(‘Sweep’ bee up with one hand into the other)

I’m bringing home a baby dinosaur
Won’t my Mommy kick me out the door
(Pretend to be carrying heavy dinosaur)

I’m bringing home a baby dinosaur
Oops, he ate me, I’m no more!

Oh, I’m bringing home a baby bumble bee
Won’t my mommy be so proud of me
‘Cause I’m bringing home a baby bumble bee —
Buzzy, buzzy, buzzy —
(spoken): OOOOH, it bit me!

Oh, I’m bringing home a baby rattlesnake
Won’t my mommy shiver and shake
‘Cause I’m bringing home a baby rattlesnake —
Rattle, rattle, rattle —
(spoken): OOOOH, it bit me!

Oh, I’m bringing home a baby turtle
Won’t my mommy really pop her girdle
‘Cause I’m bringing home a baby turtle
Snappy, snappy, snappy —
(spoken): OOOOH, it bit me!

Oh, I’m bringing home a baby dinosaur
Won’t my mommy fall right through the floor
‘Cause I’m bringing home a baby dinosaur —
Gobble, gobble, gobble —
(spoken): OOOOH, it ate me!