Autumn Has Come

Autumn has come
Summer's away
Watch the leaves fall
And welcome the day

Johnny Appleseed Grace

Oh, the earth is good to me
And so I thank the earth
For giving me the things I need --
The sun, and the rain, and the appleseed.
The earth is good to me.

Blow, Wind, Blow

Blow wind blow
And go mill go
That the miller may grind his corn
That the baker may take it
And into bread bake it
And bring us a loaf in the morn'
Bring us a loaf in the morn'

Little Jenny Wren

As Little Jenny Wren
Was sitting by the shed
She fluttered with her wings
And nodded with her head
She fluttered with her wings
And nodded with her head
As Little Jenny Wren
Was sitting by the shed

Come, Follow Me

Come, follow, follow, follow
Follow, follow, follow me
Wither shall I follow, follow, follow
Wither shall I follow, follow thee
To the greenwood, to the greenwood
To the greenwood, greenwood tree

Hear the Rain

Hear the rain is falling down
On the meadow, field and town:
Drip, drop, drip, drop on the leaves,
Drip, drop, drip, drop on the eaves.

Here Is A Beehive

Here is a beehive, but where are the bees?
Hidden inside where nobody sees.
Watch as the bees fly out of their hive:
One, two, three, four, five… bzzzzz.

Morning Verse

Good morning, dear earth
Good morning, dear sun
Good morning, dear stones
And flowers every one
Good morning, dear creatures
And birds in the trees
Good morning to you
And good morning to me

Squirrel Nutkin

Squirrel Nutkin with your coat of brown
Finest fur in woodland town
Your bright eyes look round to see
Where the sweetest nuts may be

Trot old Joe

Trot old Joe, Trot old Joe
You ride better than any horse I know.
Trot old Joe, Trot old Joe
You're the best horse in the country, oh.
Whoa, Joe!

Buttercup

Buttercup buttercup waking up
Catch a sunbeam in your cup
Hold it tight
Let it go
Ree-rah-ree-rah Ro

WRIGGLY WORM

Under a stone where the earth was firm
I found a wriggly wriggly worm
Good morning I said, how are you today?
But the wriggly worm, just wriggled away

Two Little Blackbirds

Two little blackbirds sitting on a hill:
One named Jack and one named Jill.
Fly away, Jack! Fly away, Jill!
Come back, Jack, and come back, Jill.

Sweet Little Nut

Sweet little nut, sweet little nut
In your shell,
Sweet little nut, sweet little nut
Who can tell?
When you grow up, when you grow up
Will you be,
Sweet little nut, sweet little nut
Tall as me?

OlD Turtleshell

All summer long and into the fall
Old Turtleshell does nothing at all
But sits in the pond on a log in the sun
Waiting for winter to come.

When winter comes he swims down deep
Under the water where he will sleep,
Where he will dream of nothing at all
But the log in the sun, the summer and the fall.