Thursday, 8 March 2018

"WHEN I WAS..."


WHEN I WAS…

WHEN I WAS SIX I HURT MY CHIN
WHEN I WAS SEVEN I SMASHED MY BROTHER’S FINGER
WHEN I WAS FIVE I PUT A CHICKPEA IN MY NOSE
WHEN I WAS FIVE I THREW MY DAD’S COMPUTER TO THE GROUND

WHEN I WAS BORN I HAD SIX FINGERS
WHEN I WAS SEVEN I SHOT MY BROTHER
WHEN I WAS FOUR I HAD HEART SURGERY
WHEN I WAS FIVE MY FRIEND PUSHED ME DOWN THE STAIRS

WHEN I WAS SIX I LOST CONSCIOUSNESS
WHEN I WAS FOUR I REMOVED MY BROTHER’S TOOTH
WHEN I WAS NINE MY BRO HIT ME WITH THE REMOTE
WHEN I WAS ELEVEN
I FAINTED, I FAINTED

WHEN I WAS ONE I HURT MY HEAD
WHEN I WAS EIGHT THE ICE BROKE UNDER MY FEET
WHEN I WAS EIGHT I BROKE MY FINGER
WHEN I WAS SEVEN MY DOG JUMPED ON THE ELASTIC BED

WHEN I WAS TEN A BIRD SHAT ON MY LEG
WHEN I WAS BORN I TURNED INTO YELLOW
WHEN I WAS NINE I ALMOST FELL DOWN A PRECIPICE

WHEN I WAS FOUR I CUT MY HAIR
WHEN I WAS FIVE MY COUSIN FELL IN COLD WATER
WHEN I WAS SIX A BUM SMASHED MY HEAD
WHEN I WAS SEVEN MY FRIEND FELL IN AN EMPTY POOL

I FAINTED, I FAINTED, I FAINTED, I FAINTED





(Written by T'Jen Bishop)

lyrics

When I Was Young 
When I was young 
I was the sun 
Shone through the trees 
Down to the ground 


When I was young 
I was the mountain 
Knew all the birds 
Had my own vision 



When I was young 
I was the river 
Flowed through the mountain 
Into the sea 



When I was old 
I was the ocean 
Held all my friends 
Throughout the end 



I am I am (x4) 
We are (x4) 

(repeat with “when I was old”)



Thursday, 30 November 2017

"I WANT TO BE" SONG

These are the lyrics for the 5th and 6th grade. LET'S SING IT!!!

I WANT TO BE

I WANT TO BE A DOCTOR
I’M GOING TO HEAL BOYS AND GIRLS
I WANT TO BE A ENGINEER
I’M GOING TO BUILD A BRIDGE

THERE ARE MANY WORKERS IN THE WORLD
THERE ARE MANY  WORKERS IN MY TOWN

I WANT TO BE A FIREFIGHTER
I’M GOING TO DRIVE A FIRE ENGINE
I WANT TO BE A SHOP ASSINTANT
I’M GOING TO SELL YOU THINGS.

THERE ARE MANY WORKERS IN THE WORLD
THERE ARE MANY  WORKERS IN MY TOWN





Tuesday, 17 October 2017

MERMAID'S MELODY

MERMAID’S MELODY

ON A GREY, GREY CLOUD
THE NUBEROS MAKE A STORM.

IN A DARK, DARK WOOD
THE MUSGOSO PLAYS THE FLUTE.

THE CULEBRE IS A SNAKE,
IT SPITS FIRE TO YOUR FACE.

IN A RAINY, RAINY MIDNIGHT
YOU CAN FIND ANOTHER CLUE.
WALK ON TIPTOE TO THE FOREST,

THERE’S A CHEST NEXT TO YOU.