This is an old one my mother taught us. She used to be a school teacher (grades 1-8). I was fortunate enough to find this one on the internet, as I couldn’t remember all the words. And a few of the words are slightly different from what I remember them:
Twenty Froggies
Twenty froggies went to school,
Down beside a rushy pool...
Twenty little coats of green,
Twenty vests all white and clean.
"We must be on time", said they.
"First we study, then we play.
That is how we keep the rule
When we froggies go to school."
Master BullFrog, brave and stern,
Called the classes in their turn,
Taught them how to nobly strive,
Likewise how to leap and dive.
From his seat upon the log,
Taught them how to say "Ker-chog"
Also how to dodge the blow
From the sticks that bad boys throw.
Twenty froggies grew up fast,
BullFrogs they became at last.
Now they sit on other logs,
Teaching other little frogs.
These I think came from my father’s repertoire:
Chooka of the Stack
How I love to watch the local winding up around the hill
In the sunlight of the morning when the autumn air is still
And the smoke-like loosen tresses seem to float along her back
With the chooka, chooka, chooka, chooka, chooka of the stack.
Refrain:
Winding up around the track
With the chooka of the stack;
With the chooka, chooka, chooka, chooka, chooka of the stack.
How I love to hear the music of the whistle and the bell
And the drumming of the furnace more than any tongue can tell;
And the mighty massive mogul always seems to call me back
With the chooka, chooka, chooka, chooka, chooka of the stack.
(Refrain)
It’s Morning on the Farm
On the farm in the morning
Many birds awake
In the pastures and meadows
The sweetest music make.
Cheree, cheree, cheree!
The birds are singing in the tree.
Cheree, cheree, cheree!
It’s morning on the farm.
Who wakes first in the morning?
Now I wonder who?
Listen and he will tell you:
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
The rooster gets up early, too.
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
It’s morning on the Farm.
More later.
(Originally posted August 17, 2006)
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My grandma (who we called Grammy!) sang that tune. the words were slightly different. She came from Fancy Farm, Kentucky. Here's the version she sang. I think there was another verse about cows in the meadow but it escapes me now.
8 o'clock in the morning
many birds awake
listen and you will hear them
pretty music make
cherie cherie cherie
the birds are singing in the trees
cherie cherie cherie
it's morning on the farm
who wakes first in the morning?
now I wonder who
listen and you will hear him
cock-a-doodle-doo
cocka-doodle-doo
the rooster wakes up early too
cock-a-doodle-doo
it's morning on the farm
I just got an email from my Auntie, and her version of the words are just like yours (I guess I just have a bad memory!). She did send a third verse:
all the ducks and the turkeys
quack and gobble too
listen and I will tell you
o what a thing to do
quack quack quack
at night the ducks will all come back
quack quack quack
its morning on the farm
I hope you'll email me. I'd love to find out more...
Karyn, I sent you an email, but I don't know whether it got to you or not. I responded to the notification of your post, but I don't know if that made it to your regular email or not. This is one of my earliest blog posts, and it took me a while to get back to it.
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