'Everybody Everywhere Stomp Your Feet!' and other poems by Helên Thomas
by Helên Thomas
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'Everybody Everywhere Stomp Your Feet!' and other poems by Helên Thomas CD
20 track CD featuring the tracks listed here. 14 original poems and songs along with 6 bonus tracks: instrumentals and backing beats for you to use when you write your own performance poems.
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'We Are Poets!' book
Collection of children's poetry, for 7-11 year olds, 'We Are Poets!' by Helên Thomas (Flapjack Press in 2008.)
The anthology is jam packed full of madcap characters such as obese fruit bats, rock star maggots, myopic professors and lots of naughty, grubby, scabby children.
"The ‘We Are Poets!’ anthology is a collection that should be in every school library… a wonderful book by a great poet! "
(Jim Bennett, Managing Editor of The Poetry Kit)
"This book of young people’s verse will have your sprogs agog with humour, both cheeky and endearing. The right side of risky and just a little frisky, ‘We Are Poets!’ by Helên Thomas promises mirth and learning from the
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In The Toyshop
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Baby
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I'm Under the Bed
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Firework Poem
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Memory Beach
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Baby (clapping beat)
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Collection of fourteen songs and poems for children by performance poet Helên Thomas. Many of the poems featured in Helên's book 'We Are Poets!' (Flapjack Press 2008).
Some of the poems are set to backing beats and music. The full album also includes an additional six bonus tracks for use in workshops. These provide the instrumental music or backing beats that have accompanied some of the poems
Some of the poems are set to backing beats and music. The full album also includes an additional six bonus tracks for use in workshops. These provide the instrumental music or backing beats that have accompanied some of the poems
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released 11 November 2011
All words by Helên Thomas. Music by Helên Thomas and Owen J.
All words by Helên Thomas. Music by Helên Thomas and Owen J.
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I have been writing and performing poems for as long as I can remember...
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poetry for children in nurseries, schools, libraries, theatres, literature festivals, and I have even performed inside a giant inflatable peach!
For more information please visit www.helendthomas.co.uk
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- Track Name: Everybody Everywhere Stomp Your Feet!
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Song Lyrics - join in and do the actions!
Everybody everywhere stomp your feet,
Wave your hands in the air if you like sweets,
Flap your wings like a bird that goes tweet tweet,
Everybody everywhere stomp your feet!
Everybody everywhere bang a drum,
Everybody everywhere chew some gum,
Everybody everywhere wave to mum,
Everybody everywhere rub your tum.
Everybody everywhere stomp your feet,
Wave your hands in the air if you like sweets,
Flap your wings like a bird that goes tweet tweet,
Everybody everywhere stomp your feet!
Everybody everywhere make your arms fold,
Everybody everywhere pretend you're cold,
Everybody everywhere be big and bold,
Everybody everywhere do as you’re told.
Everybody everywhere stomp your feet,
Wave your hands in the air if you like sweets,
Flap your wings like a bird that goes tweet tweet,
Everybody everywhere stomp your feet!
Everybody everywhere make eye brows,
Every body everywhere show me how,
Everybody everywhere moo like a cow,
Everybody everywhere take a bow.
Everybody everywhere stomp your feet,
Wave your hands in the air if you like sweets,
Flap your wings like a bird that goes tweet tweet,
Everybody everywhere stomp your feet.
Everybody everywhere stomp your feet. - Track Name: Scabby Knees
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Scabby knees! Scabby knees!
Can I pick them, can I please?
They’re so itchy, brown and scratchy,
Crusty, flaky and quite nasty,
Like burnt pastry on a pasty,
If I pick them Mum might catch me.
Scabby knees! Scabby knees!
Can I pick them, can I please?
Can I scratch them, can I pick them?
Can I pull bits off and flick them?
Scabby knees! Scabby knees!
I got them falling from the trees,
Onto the hard ground with a thud,
Playing games of Robin Hood.
My knees would be scab free they would,
If I’d fallen in the mud!
Scabby knees! Scabby knees!
Can I pick them, can I please?
Can I scratch them, can I pick them?
Can I pull bits off and flick them?
Scabby knees! Scabby knees!
Look like they’ve got a bad disease,
Crispy coated with dried blood,
Underneath there’s gunky crud,
I would ban them if I could,
Scabby knees are just no good. - Track Name: Memory Beach
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At weekends and holidays, in all sorts of weather,
With swimsuits and wellies we go to the beach;
With buckets of upside-down sand we build castles,
And dig moats around them that fill up with sea.
We gather dry starfish as brittle as biscuits;
Driftwood sandpapered and washed by the waves;
Pebbles, glass smooth, shaped by years in the ocean;
We sift through the flotsam for shells in shy coves.
We ponder the rock pools and wonder of mermaids;
Tell tall tales of jellyfish stings and jump clear;
Dare to touch seaweed and dead crabs, so stinky,
Jabbing and jousting a snapped craggy claw.
As pirates swashbuckling, we plunder dune islands,
Tumbling down gullies of hot windblown sand.
Playing cool cowboys and super red Indians,
We slay mutant monsters until the day’s end.
Back by the bay, the tide’s turning, waves breaking,
Invading the shoreline, the swell of the sea
Floods moats; our fortress defences fall crumbling,
Collapsing sandcastles that sweep clean away.
