Toddler Songs
List Compiled by Jane Cobb
Big Blue Boat
I love to row in my big blue boat,
My big blue boat, my big blue boat,
I love to row in my big blue boat,
Out on the deep blue sea.
My big blue boat has two red sails,
Two red sails, two red sails,
My big blue boat has two red sails,
Out on the deep blue sea.
So come for a ride in my big blue boat,
My big blue boat, my big blue boat,
So come for a ride in my big blue boat,
Out on the deep blue sea.
Come ALook A See
Come alook asee,
Heres my mama.
Come alook asee,
Heres my papa.
Come alook a see,
My brother tall,
Sister, baby,
I love them all!
Clap Your Hands, Little Sally
(Tune: The Baby Record by Bob McGrath
and Katharine Smithrim)
Clap your hands, little Sally,
Clap your hands, little Sally Brown,
Clap your hands, little Sally,
Clap em, Sally Brown.
Turn around, little Sally. . .
Bend your knees, little Sally. . .
Touch your toes, little Sally. . .
Fuzzy Wuzzy Caterpillar
Fuzzy wuzzy caterpillar
Crawling on the ground.
Fuzzy wuzzy caterpillar
Never makes a sound.
Shhh.
For SDLA 2008
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Soon you will be sleeping
Softly lullaby
Till when you awaken you will be a
butterfly.
Rags
I have a dog and his name is Rags,
He eats to much that his belly sags,
His ears flip flop and his tail wig wags,
And when he walks be goes, zig zag.
He goes flip flop, wiggle waggle, zig zag,
He goes flip flop, wiggle waggle, zig zag,
He goes flip flop, wiggle waggle, zig zag,
I love Rags, and he loves me.
My dog Rags, he likes to play,
He rolls around in the mud all day,
I whistle (pause) but he wont obey,
He always runs the other way.
He goes flip flop . . .
Up Down, Turn Around
Up down, turn around,
Touch the sky and touch the ground,
Wiggle shoulders, wiggle nose,
Wiggle fingers, say hello.
Up down, turn around,
Touch the sky and touch the ground,
Jiggle tummy, blink your eyes,
Blow a kiss and say goodbye.
Bed Is Too Small
(Tune: Whatll I Do with the Baby-o by
Jane Cobb)
Bed is too small for my tired head,
Give me a hilltop with trees,
Tuck a cloud up under my chin,
Lord, blow the moon out . . . please.
Rock me to sleep in a cradle of leaves,
Sing me a lullaby of dreaming,
Tuck a cloud up under my chin,
Lord, blow the moon out . . . please.