'Everybody Everywhere Stomp Your Feet​!​' and other poems by Helên Thomas

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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). Available from:
www.flapjackpress.co.uk
Kindle edition also available on Amazon.

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 November 11, 2011

All words by Helên Thomas. Music by Helên Thomas and Owen J.

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You will find dark, difficult, experimental music here and by way of a total contrast, some up tempo poetry for children.
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Track Name: Everybody Everywhere Stomp Your Feet!
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
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: I Can
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
Track Name: Memory Beach
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.
Track Name: I Can (drum beat)
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