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Little Wilma Wiggly Worm
Is not afraid of icky germs
She digs through dirt in the early morn
Brave Little Wilma Wiggly Worm
For breakfast humans eat French toast
While Wilma chews through old compost
She’s a proud young worm, but she never boasts
Proud Little Wilma Wiggly Worm
She’s got no skeleton, got no bones
She’s got no hair, don’t need a comb
Ain’t gonna pay a hairdresser for a curly perm
Bald Little Wilma Wiggly Worm
When the rain falls down
Wilma creeps through puddles
Where it’s moist and damp
All the earthworms huddle
It cools her off when she gets too warm
Cool Little Wilma Wiggly Worm
Little Wilma Wiggly Worm is not afraid of icky germs
She digs through dirt in the early morn
Little Wilma Wiggly Worm
Little Wilma Wiggly Worm
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I’ve got friends from all around the world
So many people that I know
Like Gloria from El Salvador
And this is how she says “hello…”
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J-O-B
02:07
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When I grow up I’ll have a J-O-B
A job, a job
That’s fun for me
One that suits my personality
With a lot of responsibility
Like an animal doctor: a veterinarian
A park ranger, a humanitarian
There’s thousands of jobs
It’s a long, long list
Perhaps I’ll be a rocket scientist
I wanna be a poet or a train conductor
Or ride the waves like a surf instructor
There’s thousands of jobs
It’s a long, long list
Perhaps I’ll be an archeologist
When I grow up I’ll have a J-O-B
A job, a job
That’s fun for me
One that suits my personality
With a lot of responsibility
Like a beekeeper, just watch out for the stinger
The president, or an opera singer
There’s thousands of jobs
It’s a long, long list
Perhaps I’ll be a great geologist
I’ll be a schoolteacher of Spanish or math
Or a zookeeper with chimps and giraffes
There’s thousands of jobs
It’s a long, long list
Perhaps I’ll be a meteorologist
Or a carpenter with a hammer and nails
Or a gardener hanging out with the snails
There’s thousands of jobs
It’s a long, long list
What would you be if you had to pick?
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Do what is right
Be fair and brave
We learn this in our youth
Stand up for the ones who can’t
And always speak the truth
That’s the truth, Ruth Bader Ginsburg
Knew it all along
We the people are all equal
our voices all belong
That’s the truth, Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s
Spirit lingers on
You can feel it all around us
And hear it in this song
When Ruth was young she hoped to be a famous opera star
Singin’ in a forte voice so her words would travel far
Well Ruth became a star it’s true but she shined a different
light
On the people in the shadows longing for their equal rights
That’s the truth, Ruth Bader Ginsburg
Knew it all along
We the people are all equal
our voices all belong
That’s the truth, Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s
Spirit lingers on
You can feel it all around us
And hear it in this song
Her stage was in the courtroom and her voice did travel far
To the people of America, from the Hamptons to Del Mar
She fought for women’s rights, equal treatment, equal pay
Like an opera star her voice was heard, near and far away
That’s the truth, Ruth Bader Ginsburg
Knew it all along
We the people are all equal
our voices all belong
That’s the truth, Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s
Spirit lingers on
You can feel it all around us
And hear it in this song
A feminist, a mother, a scholar of the law,
Jewish Supreme Justice, this lady did it all
And maybe most important is the legacy she leaves
Do what’s right and always fight—for what you believe
That’s the truth, Ruth Bader Ginsburg
Knew it all along
We the people are all equal
our voices all belong
That’s the truth, Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s
Spirit lingers on
You can feel it all around us
And hear it in this song
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A builder’s got a hammer and nails, a hammer and nails, a
hammer and nails
A builder’s got a hammer and nails
To build a house up without fail
A builder’s got a saw and it cuts so good, it cuts so good, it
cuts so good
A builder’s got a saw and it cuts so good
Through 2x4s of solid wood
A builder’s got sandpaper, sandpaper, sandpaper
A builder’s got sandpaper
To make the wood soft and free of slivers
A builder’s got a power drill, a power drill, a power drill
A builder’s got a power drill
To make holes in the wood for the screws to fill
A builder’s got measuring tape, measuring tape, measuring
tape
A builder’s got measuring tape
To measure things of every shape
A builder’s got protective goggles, protective goggles, protective goggles
A builder’s got protective goggles
To protect her eyes from flying nails
A builder’s got a monkey wrench, a monkey wrench, a monkey wrench
A builder’s got a monkey wrench
That she stores in the drawer of her worker bench
A builder’s got a creative brain, a creative brain, a creative brain
A builder’s got a creative brain
And a hard hat to shield it from falling things
A builder’s got imagination, imagination, imagination
A builder’s got imagination
They can build anything for any occasion
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Each One of Us
02:39
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Hazel’s lovely locks are wild and curly
Amy keeps her hair combed straight and tame
Freddy has a flattop short and spiky
Each one of us is different, but we’re friends just the same
Jake lives in a house with his two mommies
Jill lives on a boat on Lake Champlain
Kate has an apartment in the city
Each one of us is different, but we’re friends just the same
Asher’s eyes are blue just like the ocean
Isabel’s are green like leaves in spring
Max’s eyes are brown just like his grandma’s
Each one of us is different, but we’re friends just the same
Some travel to school by way of skateboard
Some ride on a speedy Muni train
Kathie and Katrina come by carpool
Each one of us is different, but we’re friends just the same
Hank Jr., he was named after his daddy
Shasta Panda Irene Miranda has a long long name
A.J.’s name is short—spelling it’s so easy
Each one of us is different, but we’re friends just the same
When Fay grows up she’s gonna be a doctor
John will open a bookshop on State and Main
Matthew plans to be a modern dancer
Each one of us is different, but we’re friends just the same
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What’s your favorite kind of food to eat?
Is it spicy, salty, sour, sweet?
Vegetable, cheese, bread, fruit, or meat?
What’s your favorite kind of food to eat?
What’s your favorite kind of animal?
Mole, rat, house cat, wild bull?
Peregrine falcon, western gull
What’s your favorite kind of animal?
What’s your favorite color in the world?
Topaz, jasmine, emerald
Chartreuse, hot pink, rainbow swirled
What’s your favorite color in the world?
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I'm a Nocturnal Animal
02:31
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I’m a nocturnal animal
I sleep all day
At night I take flight
To hunt for prey
Hoot hoot hoot hoot
Yeah, I make that sound
And I can spin my head
Nearly all the way around
O-W-L
An owl, that’s me
You might find me in a barn
Or perched in a tree
Barn, horned, snowy, elf
Yes, we’re birds of a feather
We fly silently
And our brains are clever
Hoot hoot hoot hoot
Yeah, I make that sound
And I eat little critters
Off the forest ground
I’ve got super night vision
When the sky goes black
To help locate my
Midnight snack
Those little birdies and rats
Find it a challenge
To break free from
The clasp of my talons
Hoot hoot hoot hoot
Are the words that I speak
Now read my lips
I mean, read my beak
Here’s the story of my diet
This is how I tell it
You can see what I’ve eaten
In my owl pellet
The things I can’t digest
On my dinner plate
Are the contents of the pellets
I regurgitate
Hoot hoot hoot hoot
Yeah, I make that sound
Owl pellets are where
The fur and bones are found
Of the prey that I caught
On the forest floor
So watch out little rodents
Cause I’m coming for more
I’m a nocturnal animal
I sleep all day
At night I take flight
To hunt for prey
Hoot hoot hoot hoot
Hoot hoot hoot hoot
Hoot hoot hoot hoot
Hoot hoot
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Paper Airplane
01:01
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Well, you grab a piece of paper
You fold it and fold it
Now you got a paper plane
And this is how you hold it
Fly, fly, fly the paper airplane
Fly the paper airplane
Again and again
It’s got a point nose
And wings and things
And when it catches air
Oh the joy it brings
You gotta fly, fly, fly
the paper airplane
Fly the paper airplane
Again and again
Hey, look gramma
Check it out mommy
I can make a paper plane
With some simple origami
Fly, fly, fly the paper airplane
Fly the paper airplane
Again and again
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My skull is made outta bone
It’s solid and hard as a stone
It protects my brain from the wind and the rain
My skull is made outta bone
My brain is grayish and pink
It’s smart ‘cause it knows how to think
It controls all the parts of my body
telling my eyes when to blink
My eyes can see a great deal
The nerves in my hands help me feel
This song I can hear loud and clear with my ear
With my tongue I taste every meal
And I can smell my grubby toes with my nose
My skin is stretchy and thin
It holds all my organs in
My heart pumps blood, my stomach holds food,
my lungs breathe in oxygen
There’s a purpose for each body part,
from your big toe up to your heart
Now let’s use our brain to remember again
how this song did start
My skull is made outta bone
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Harvey Milk believed in rights for all
He did not discriminate
He stood up for his people
Down by the Golden Gate
He spoke of justice, peace, and love
Things we all appreciate
And his influence is felt today
In each and every state
Let’s all wave a flag for the late great Harvey Milk
A flag that stands for love made of rainbow-colored silk
Let’s all wave a flag for the late great Harvey Milk
A red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple flag of rainbow silk
Harvey was an activist
And we can also be
When we celebrate our differences
And promote diversity
Erase hate, fear, intolerance
Live both proud and free
And let your heart be full of love
Just like our friend Harvey
Let’s all wave a flag for the late great Harvey Milk
A flag that stands for love made of rainbow-colored silk
Let’s all wave a flag for the late great Harvey Milk
A red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple flag of rainbow silk
If you can hear us, Harvey
We’re happy to report
The LGBT community
Is given more support
But we still fight for love for all
’Cause love’s the only thing that’s true
And we advocate for what we believe
Just like you used to do
Let’s all wave a flag for the late great Harvey Milk
A flag that stands for love made of rainbow-colored silk
Let’s all wave a flag for the late great Harvey Milk
A red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple flag of rainbow silk
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Soda-pop bottle, junk-mail pile, bean can made outta tin
These are things that go in the recycling bin
Cardboard scraps, outdated maps, lotto card that didn’t win
These are things that go in the recycling bin
Bottle caps, paper sacks, old postcards sent from Jim
These are things that go in the recycling bin
Jam jar, wrapper from a candy bar, milk carton low-fat or skim
These are things that go in the recycling bin
Think twice before you go and throw those things in the trashcan
We don’t need another junk pile littering our lovely land
That rubber tire can be recycled be reborn a rubber band
Many things can be renewed, reused, and used and used again
Apple core, cold soup du jour, rotten eggs, burnt toast
These are things that go into the compost
Food scraps, stale flapjacks, old driftwood from the coast
These are things that go into the compost
Moldy meals, banana peels, tofu that’s gone vile
These are things that go into the compost pile
Avocado pits, crushed potato chips, spoiled juice left out a while
These are things that go into the compost pile
Think twice before you go and throw those greens in the trash can
Mix ’em in the compost for Wilma Worm and all her friends
What her body leaves behind becomes rich soil for the farm land
A healthy home for all the plants to grow and feed us once again
Soda-pop bottle, junk-mail pile, bean can made outta tin
These are things that go in the recycling bin
Cardboard scraps, outdated maps, lotto card that didn’t win
These are things that go in the recycling bin
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Roll Around Downtown
02:07
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Roll around downtown
Yeah, you just don’t stop
Keep your eyes peeled for the traffic cop
Look both ways at the traffic stop
Let your hair flow free
Or put a helmet on top
If you’re livin’ in the city
Or out in the burbs
Slip on your shoes, grab the old skateboard
Up to the hills, down to the curbs
For a Bertlemann slide
And backside swerve
Roll around downtown
Yeah, you just don’t stop
Keep your eyes peeled for the traffic cop
Look both ways at the traffic stop
Let your hair flow free
Or put a helmet on top
Religious, atheists
Now, here’s the deal
You’re invited to the church of eight wheels
Grab your roller skates and shoot the duck
Do an alley-oop flamingo
And a stalefish tuck
Roll around, roll around, roll around downtown
Roll around downtown
Yeah, you just don’t stop
Keep your eyes peeled for the traffic cop
Look both ways at the traffic stop
Let your hair flow free
Or put a helmet on top
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Deciduous Tree
01:27
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Deciduous tree how can it be
Your leaves change color seasonally
Green in the spring and summer still
In the fall, leaves lose their chlorophyll
Autumn leaves yellow, red, and brown
By winter the leaves are all on the ground
Deciduous tree how can it be
Your leaves change color seasonally
Green Caterpillar, how do you do it?
You make a chrysalis and put your body into it
Wait a little while, two weeks or more
Out comes a butterfly for the world to adore
A terrific transformer, you get the gist
A magical metamorphosis
Green Caterpillar, how do you do it?
You make a chrysalis and put your body into it
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Jump, jump, jump
Swim, swim, swim
Climb the apple tree
to the highest limb
Reach down low
Stretch to the sky
We build a lot of muscle
as we exercise
Squeeze your biceps muscle
Touch your calf and thigh
Our bodies are so special
Building strength as we exercise
Stomp, stomp, stomp
Spin, spin, spin
Cross the monkey bars
on the jungle gym
Jog in place
Clap side to side
We build a lot of muscle
as we exercise
We build a lot of muscle
as we exercise
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A /a/, B /b/, C /k/), D /d/
These are the sounds that the letters make
Put them all together and words you’ll create
I can spell Abe with letters three
A and a B and the last letter E
F /f/, G /g/, H /h/
I can write hi with an H and an I
It’s really quite simple if you give it a try
I /i/, J /j/, K /k/, L /l/
I’ve got a friend by the name of Tim
He writes it quick and easy with a T I M
Draw a table top T, an I tall and slim
And two twin hills to make an M
M /m/, N /n/, O /o/, P /p/
What’s the silly song that the mallards do?
Quack, quack, quack, quack
Is a word that starts with Q
Q /kw/, R /r/, S /s/, T /t/
Cover your sneeze when you have the flu
Don’t wanna spread the germs of the
F L U
U /u/, V /v/, W /w/, X /ks/
These are the sounds that the letters make
Put them all together and words you’ll create
What’s that buzzin’ fly doing on that pie?
It must be H U N G R Y
Y /y/, zig zag Z /z/ /z/ /z/
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Who Are You
01:42
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I took a field trip to the Oakland Zoo
I saw an animal and I asked ’em who are you
Who are you, who are you, who are you who who?
I’m long and lean
Brown and green
A cold-blooded
Zero-legged
Squeezing machine
Who are you, who are you, who are you who who?
I’m a snake, I’m a snake, I’m a Boa snake
Well I have no jaw
Just a long long snout
That I stick in antholes
To suck them out
Who are you, who are you, who are you who who?
I’m an ant, I’m an ant, I’m an anteater
I’m a three-toed slowpoke
Who hangs from trees
I can turn my head
270 degrees
Who are you, who are you, who are you who who?
I’m a sloth, I’m a sloth, I’m a three-toed sloth
I’m a hungry hunter
And I travel in a pack
I’ve got K9 teeth
That come out when I attack
Who are you, who are you, who are you who who?
Hoooowl
I’m a wolf, I’m a wolf, I’m a wild grey wolf!
I’m pretty in pink
From the shrimp that I eat
I can balance on one leg
Don’t need to stand on two feet
Who are you, who are you, who are you who who?
I’m a pink, I’m a pink, I’m a pink flamingo
I took a field trip to the Oakland Zoo
I saw an animal and I asked ’em who are you
Who are you, who are you, who are you who who?
Who are you, who are you, who are you who who?
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Together with You
02:31
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If you were a stocking then I’d be a shoe
I could spend all my time together with you
Ohhh, Ohhh
I’d spend all my time together with you
If you were a pea shell then I’d be a pea
You could spend all your time together with me
Ohhh, Ohhh
You’d spend all your time together with me
If you were the morning then I’d be the dew
And I’d spend all my time together with you
Ohhh, Ohhh
I’d spend all my time together with you
If you were a porpoise then I’d be the sea
And you’d spend all your time together with me
Ohhh, Ohhh
You’d spend all your time together with me
If you were a captain then I’d be the crew
I’d spend all my time together with you
Ohhh, Ohhh
I’d spend all my time together with you
If you were a kettle then I’d be the tea
And you’d spend all your time together with me
If you were a riddle then I’d be a clue
I’d spend all my time together with you
If you were a bandage I’d be a skinned knee
You’d spend all your time together with me
If you were a train track I’d be a choo choo
I’d spend all my time together with you
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19. |
Oona Louise, My Friend
01:12
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Oona Louise, my friend
Sister of a guy named Abraham
Runnin’ hand and hand
Through the fields of Lounibos land
Under eucalyptus trees
Hair blowin’ in the breeze
Rompin’ around with Silly Sally
Covering your dress with mud
Dancin’ a step with Sarah T
Your mother that you dearly love
Oona Louise, my friend
Pretty as a flower on a lupine stem
Sharp as a fountain pen
Quicker than a train rollin’ round the bend
Playin’ with Sylvie and Pen
Sweet Oona Louise, my friend
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