I’m bringing home a baby bumblebee,
Won’t my mommy be so proud of me,
(Cup hands together as if holding bee)

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

I’m squishing up the baby bumblebee,
Won’t my mommy be so proud of me,
(‘Squish’ bee between palms of hands)

I’m squishing up a baby bumblebee,
Ooh! It’s yucky!
(Open up hands to look at ‘mess’)


I’m wiping off the baby bumblebee,
Won’t my mommy be so proud of me,
(Wipe hands off on shirt)

I’m wiping off the baby bumblebee,
Now my mommy won’t be mad at me!
(Hold hands up to show they are clean)

Oh, don’t you remember, a long time ago,
Those two little babies, their names I don’t know
They were stolen away one bright, summer’s day
And left in a wood, so I’ve heard folks say.

Pretty babes in the wood
Pretty babes in the wood
Oh, don’t you remember
Those babes in the wood

Now the day being gone and the night coming on
Those two little babies sat under a stone
They sobbed and they sighed, they sat there and cried
Those two little babies they laid down and died

Pretty babes in the wood
Pretty babes in the wood
Oh, don’t you remember
Those babes in the wood

Now the robins so red, how swiftly they sped
They put out their wide wings and over them spread
And all the day long on the branches they throng
They sweetly did whistle and this was their song

Pretty babes in the wood
Pretty babes in the wood
Oh, don’t you remember
Those babes in the wood

Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full.

One for the master,
One for the dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.

Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full.

B-A-ba,
B-E-be,
B-I-bi,
Ba-be-bi,
B-O-bo,
Ba-be-bi-bo
B-U-bu,
Ba-be-bi-bo-bu.

B A Bay, B E Bee
B I Bickie Bye B O Bo
Bickie Bye Bo B U Boo
Bickie Bye Bo Boo

C A Say, C E See
C I Sickie Sye C O So
Sickie Sye So C U Soo
Sickie Sye So Soo

D A Day, D E Dee
D I Dickie Dye D O Doe
Dickie Dye Doe D U Do
Dickie Dye Doe Do

F A Fay, F E Fee
F I Fickie Fye F O Foe
Fickie Fye Foe F U Foo
Fickie Fye Foe Foo

(etc.)

Just a boy and a girl in a little canoe
With the moon shining all around
As he glides his paddle
You couldn’t even hear a sound

And they talked and they talked
Till the moon grew dim
He said you better kiss me
Or get out and swim

So what you gonna do in a little canoe
With the moon shinin’ all a–
Boats floatin all a–
Girls swimmin’ all a rou-ou-ound!

A canner exceedingly canny,
One morning remarked to his granny:
A canner can can anything that he can,
But a canner can’t can a can, can he?

There was a young man so benighted,
He didn’t know when he was slighted,
But went to the party and ate just as hearty
As tho’ he’d been duly invited.

Lullaby, twilight is spreading
Silver wings over the sky;
Fairy elves are softly treading,
Folding buds as they pass by.
Lullaby, whisper and sigh,
Lullaby, lullaby.

Lullaby, deep in the clover
Drone the bees softly to rest;
Close white lids your dear eyes over,
Mother’s arms shall be your rest.
Lullaby, whisper and sigh,
Lullaby, lullaby.