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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Storytime: Spring, Mud, and Chicks

A muddy, cold, early spring storytime for preschool (with some chicks thrown in for good measure).


Mud
by Mary Lyn Ray and pictures by Lauren Stringer


One Duck Stuck
by Phyllis Root and pictures by Jane Chapman


Cold Little Duck, Duck, Duck
by Carol Westberg Peters and pictures by Sam Williams


I'm Dirty!
by Kate McMullan and pictures by Jim McMullan


Whose Chick Are You?
by Nancy Tafuri


Chicky Chicky Chook Chook
by Cathy MacLennan


And Songs...


Six Little Ducks

Six little ducks that I once knew;
(Hold up 6 fingers)
Fat ones, skinny ones, fair ones, too.

But the one little duck with the feather on his back.
(Hold up 1 finger)
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack.
(With every "quack", make a duck by touching your thumb to your fingers like you
have mittens on and you're trying to grab something)
Quack, quack, quack. Quack, quack, quack.
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack.

Down to the river they would go.
Wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble, to and fro.
(Place hands together palm to palm, and sway them)

But the one little duck with the feather on his back.
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack.
Quack, quack, quack. Quack, quack, quack.
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack.


Here Is a Bunny

Here is a bunny with ears so funny
(make bunny ears with one hand, by sticking up pointer and second finger)
And here is his hole in the ground
(in opposite hand touch pointer finger to thumb to make a hole, 
and twist your wrist so the hole faces up)
When a noise he hears, he pricks up his ears
(make those bunny ears nice and tall)
And jumps into his hole in the ground
(have your bunny ear fingers pretend to jump into your hole fingers)


Some Itsy Bitsy Spider always works well for your April showers, too!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

What a time that you live within! I recall that there were around a very few dozen children's books when I was young and the concept of a young and enthusiastic librarian to bring them to us was not even conceived.

You are blessed and the children that you touch are, as well.

DadO