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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.
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Scabby Knees
01:50
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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.
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In The Toyshop
02:15
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I Can
03:08
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Original lyrics to 'I Can' .You'll notice that the lines are repeated in the audio version.
I Can
I can walk to school
I can skip a while
I can hop about
I can jog along
I can jump for joy
I can run a mile
I can hula-hoop
I can sing a song
I can swim a width
I can kick a ball
I can score a goal
I can climb a rope
I can fly a kite
I can build a wall
I can ride a bike
I can wash with soap
I can eat a pie
I can drink a drink
I can stroll to town
I can paint my face
I can wonder why
I can sit and think
I can roll around
I can win a race
I can see the sky
I can count white sheep
I can smell the sea
I can fall asleep.
© Helên Thomas
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Burping Beryl
02:44
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Baby
01:50
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I'm Under the Bed
01:25
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Dirt Magnet
01:47
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Firework Poem
02:07
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Memory Beach
04:48
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At weekends, on 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 Sioux 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.
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Baby (clapping beat)
02:12
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I Can (drum beat)
03:30
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Original lyrics to 'I Can' .You'll notice that the lines are repeated in the audio version.
I Can
I can walk to school
I can skip a while
I can hop about
I can jog along
I can jump for joy
I can run a mile
I can hula-hoop
I can sing a song
I can swim a width
I can kick a ball
I can score a goal
I can climb a rope
I can fly a kite
I can build a wall
I can ride a bike
I can wash with soap
I can eat a pie
I can drink a drink
I can stroll to town
I can paint my face
I can wonder why
I can sit and think
I can roll around
I can win a race
I can see the sky
I can count white sheep
I can smell the sea
I can fall asleep.
© Helên Thomas
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Helên Thomas UK
Reformed poet. Woman one from wonky synth duo Tingle In The Netherlands.
You will find dark, difficult,
experimental music here and by way of a total contrast, some up tempo poetry for children and, if I can find it all, an ad hoc archive of randomness for grown ups and idiots.
Make of this what you will. Note to parents: not all of the adult poems are suitable for children. Please supervise.
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Lovely, evocative, twinkly melancholy. Simplistic but beautiful. It will take you away on a wistful journey. I adore this, though I am biased.
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Why Can't You Write Something Nice For A Change?
by Tingle In The Netherlands
I'm totally biased here, but why create music if you don't love listening to it yourself? Wonky cheeky synthpop by me and my partner in crime. Not suitable for kids and prudes.
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Dark, ambient soundscapes by my partner in crime. Drifting hypnotic aural art. Empty your head and let this flow in.
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The latest EP from jobfit explores the intersection of electronic music and spoken word, setting vivid writing over crackling beats.
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