The Rhyme Goes Straight to your Head.
March 21, 2006
All around the hardwood floors,
The Mommy chased the Weasel.
The Weasel thought ’twas all in fun.
Pop! Goes the Weasel.
A penny for a spool of thread,
A penny for a needle,
As if anything costs a penny anymore……who are we fooling here?
Pop! Goes the Weasel!
There was a little boy
Who had a little star
Right in the middle of his forehead;
And when he was good,
He was very, very good
But when he was bad he was horrid.
Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick,
Jack quit making out
with your candlestick!
(picture taken by Dylan at Didgery Doo.)
I have ten fingers
And they all belong to me,
I can make them do things-
Would you like to see?
I can shut them up tight
I can open them wide
I can put them together
I can make them all hide
I can make them jump high
I can make them jump low
I can fold them up quietly
