Kids love to sing … dance … and listen to stories. Here are a few …
KID SONGS
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Clara and Marcella and Me
Winter is over … springtime has sprung … Leaves are appearing on trees School-time is over … Fun has begun … For Clara, and Marcella, and Me We stick to each other. … Like peas in a pod … As we run to a park in the trees. We’re best friends forever. We’re “Musketeers Three.” Clara and Marcella and Me. We run through the playground. We slide down the slide. We climb on the jungle gym and hang for a while. We swing on the swings and we fly towards the sky … Marcella … and Clara … and I. We come home in time to finish our homework and have time to play hide & seek. Now who is that peeking … from out of the closet? Maybe Clara or Marcella or Me! At night with our blankies close to our heads, we listen to music while lying in bed … There’s no other people we’d rather be instead than … Clara, … Marcella … and Me We float in our dreams to place in the sea – an island of beaches and tropical trees. There’s nobody else there…. and nothing we need… just Marcella and Clara and Me We drive to the seashore – a long way from home. We run through the surf and we splash in the foam. We build a sand castle and a fire at night. Clara, Marcella and I. We’re play pals, we’re partners, and we’ll always be ... as close as any family can be. We’re best friends forever. … We’re Musketeers Three. … Clara and Marcella and Me
Ella Chooses Clothes
Every day she gets out of her bed; then Ella chooses clothes
Goes to her closet and … scratches her head; that’s Ella choosing clothes
Finally Ella finds a shirt that she likes; that’s Ella choosing clothes
Tries it on, but it doesn’t feel right; that’s Ella choosing clothes
So she goes to her sister’s room – just to see if she’s awake.
Then she goes back to her room again –
Checks out her closet-full of pants –
Checks out her drawer-full of socks –
Then she crawls back into bed,
Hugging her blanket,
Thinking about ... Disneyland.
Then she hears her mommy yell: “Come on Ella choose your clothes.
And don’t forget to put on clean underpants.
Get out of bed and choose some clothes.”
So Ella looks inside her closet again – can’t find her favorite clothes.
Then she tries on every shirt and every pants; that’s Ella choosing clothes.
Doesn’t matter if it’s time to get to school; doesn’t matter if she’s late.
She can’t seem to find the clothes that she likes; only sees the clothes she hates.
Sometimes just to please her Mommy & Dad, and as long as they don’t know –
She’ll just give up and put on anything; that’s how Ella chooses clothes.
That’s Ella choosing clothes. That’s how Ella chooses clothes.
Clara Hazel
There’s a gal down in New Orleans, sweetest baby you’ve ever seen,
And Clara Hazel is her name.
She’s got hazel eyes and curly hair; got no worries and got no cares.
I love that little Clara Hazel o’ mine.
And in the summertime she’s at the swimming pool;
She’s making everybody laugh.
She’s so adorable when she is playing cool;
I have to take a million photographs.
She’s my honey and I love her so. Makes me sad when I have to go,
Because I love that precious gorgeous girl …
I’m gonna shout it out to the whole wide world.
My “petite cherie” – sweet granddaughter o’ mine
Call me “crazy” or “prepossessed,”
but the way I see it I’m “heaven-blessed.”
Clara Hazel is her name – and ever since she came,
life has never been the same.
My “petite cherie” – sweet honey-child o’ mine
My Little Girls
Giggles and laughs – Bright eyes and smiles – Tickles and pinches and whining and cries. Fragile as glass – Precious as pearls – These are the wonders of my little girls. They love to dance – They love to sing – They love to play in the park on the swings. Petting the cats – Feeding the birds – These are the pleasures of my little girls. Sometimes I can’t believe what I see. How could such beauty ever come from me? Then I remember the fights and the screams. Nothing’s as perfect as it seems. Holding them close – Drying their tears. Rubbing their backs and calming their fears. Making their lives safe and secure. These are my wishes for my little girls. Years will go by – They’ll grow and they’ll go – First off to school – Then their own home. It doesn’t matter how old they will be. They’re still my children to me. Now late at night, when they’re in bed, I whisper “I love you,” and kiss their heads. Nothing I do ever disturbs the peace and the slumber of my little girls. All that I do … I hope ensures … the peace and the future of my little girls
Friends
I’ve got something to tell you that you shouldn’t forget:
“You can’t get along without friends.”
When you feel lonely, just pick up the phone
And you’ll always get help from your friends
Anyone can be an individual. You don’t even have to pretend.
But what’s harder to do – and it takes at least two …
people to be close friends.
Lovers? Forget ’em! You lose ’em; you win ’em.
But after a while you need more.
You need friends – warm friends –
the kind who love you without keeping score
They’re your friends – Old friends – Close friends
There’s this golden old rule that we’re learning in school”
“You’ll never be cool without friends.”
A friend is someone who lets you join in the fun;
So start while you’re young. Be a friend!
Don’t be a dope or a “smart aleck.”
Getting along is such a good habit.
So start with a smile, then talk for a while,
and you’ll turn a stranger into a friend.
And when you get older – and people seem colder –
There’ll always be somebody you can depend on …
Your friends — Warm friends –
The ones who didn’t laugh at you when you tore your pants —
They’re your friends – Old friends – Close friends
Don’t even think you can get away from it – there’s nothing you can do –
Cause when you’re hiding in a corner – feeling like a loner –
Friends will come looking for you
And when you get older – and people seem colder –
There’ll always be somebody you can depend on …
Your friends — Warm friends –
The ones who saved every card that you sent
They’re your friends – Old friends –
The ones who looked up your address on the Internet
They’re your friends – Old friends –
The ones who love you even when you’re a mess
They’re your friends – Old friends – Close friends
Princess
She’s black as a shadow … faster than lightning … proud as a Princess … and gentle as snow. Nothing equals the feeling of a race through the meadows … in the cool summer night when we’re riding.
I remember the night she was born in the stables. She suckled her mother and took her first steps. I slept next to her stall; stroked her head in the morning. And I knew from the start we would always be close.
She grew tall as the corn and as strong as the oak tree; so easy to train, so smart and so sure. And she comes when I call her, and she follows me around; and listens whenever I whisper.
And I miss her each day I’m away from my home. I miss her more than I can say. She’s my faithful companion – my partner – my friend – constant, devoted and true
With a stripe ‘neath her forehead and eyes deep as oceans, her skin and her mane are like velvet and silk. And she knows what I’m thinking even when I’m not speaking. Just a light touch, and she knows where to go.
She’s black as a shadow … faster than lightning … proud as a Princess … and gentle as snow. Nothing equals the feeling of a race through the meadows … in the cool summer night when we’re riding.
The Band-Aid Kid — recording not yet available — stay tuned
Let me tell you the story of a boy named Shmuel
A kid like any in school
When he goes out to play, he comes back with scrapes
He’s Shmuel, the Band-Aid Kid
When he climbs up a tree, he skins his knee
He’s got Band-Aids on most of his fingers
And when one cut clears, a new one appears
That’s Shmuel, the Band-Aid Kid
In the park almost every day, he looks so athletic.
Baseball, football –– whatever he plays –– he winds up pathetic.
With a BATMAN on his elbow,
A SMURF on his toe,
SPONGE-BOB on his butt where he tore his clothes,
He might look like a KLUTZ when he finally gets home
That’s Shmuel, the Band-Aid Kid
INSTRUMENTAL
He's not big or small, short or tall,
Just your average hyper-active.
He’s a kid who likes to compete …
‘Cause he’s smart and quick on his feet …
He’s not a SCHLEMIEL --
Not a SCHLIMAZEL …
He just needs a bandage … or a hug and a cuddle …
He’s Shmuel, Shmuel, Shmuel, .... The Band-Aid Kid.
Notes:
KLUTZ – Yiddish for a clumsy person
SCHLEMIEL – Yiddish for a clumsy person, like one who always drops things
SCHLIMAZEL – Yiddish for an unlucky person -- who always has things dropped on him
Batman, Smurf, Sponge-Bob and Band-Aid are probably protected marks – “so sue me”
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