K & 1 Concert Practice Resources

I have a little farm beside a winding stream,

I have a little barnyard where the grass is green.

There los pollos go like this: cluck, cluck!

There los pollos go like this: cluck, cluck!

They run, they run, when I call them to come home,

They run, they run, when I call them to come home.

 

I have a little farm beside a winding stream,

I have a little barnyard where the grass is green.

There los patos go like this: quack, quack!

There los patos go like this: quack, quack!

They run, they run, when I call them to come home,

They run, they run, when I call them to come home.

 

I have a little farm beside a winding stream,

I have a little barnyard where the grass is green.

There los perros go like this: woof, woof!

There los perros go like this: woof, woof!

They run, they run, when I call them to come home,

They run, they run, when I call them to come home.

 

I have a little farm beside a winding stream,

I have a little barnyard where the grass is green.

There los gatos go like this: meow, meow!

There los gatos go like this: meow, meow!

They run, they run, when I call them to come home,

They run, they run, when I call them to come home.

Over in the meadow, in the sand in the sun,

Lived an old mother toadie and her little toadie one.

“Wink!”  said the mother; “I wink!” said the one,

So they winked and were happy in the sand in the sun.

 

Over in the meadow, where the stream runs blue,

Lived an old mother fish and her little fishes two.

“Swim!” said the mother; “We swim!” said the two,

So they swam and were happy where the stream runs blue.

 

Over in the meadow in a hole in a tree,

Lived an old mother bluebird and her little birdies three.

“Sing!” said the mother; “We sing!” said the three,

So they sang and were happy in a hole in the tree.

 

Over in the meadow, in an old apple core,

Lived an old mother worm and her little worms four.

“Squirm!” said the mother; “We squirm!” said the four,

So they squirmed and were happy in the old apple core.

 

Over in the meadow in a snug beehive,

Lived an old mother bee and her little bees five.

“Buzz!” said the mother, “We buzz!”  said the five,

So they buzzed and were happy in the snug beehive.

 

Five green and speckled frogs

Sat on a speckled log,

Eating some most delicious bugs. (Yum, yum!)

One jumped into the pool,

Where it was nice and cool,

Then there were four green speckled frogs. (Glub, glub!)

 

Four green and speckled frogs

Sat on a speckled log,

Eating some most delicious bugs. (Yum, yum!)

One jumped into the pool,

Where it was nice and cool,

Then there were three green speckled frogs. (Glub, glub!)

 

Three green and speckled frogs

Sat on a speckled log,

Eating some most delicious bugs. (Yum, yum!)

One jumped into the pool,

Where it was nice and cool,

Then there were two green speckled frogs. (Glub, glub!)

 

Two green and speckled frogs

Sat on a speckled log,

Eating some most delicious bugs. (Yum, yum!)

One jumped into the pool,

Where it was nice and cool,

Then there was one green speckled frog. (Glub, glub!)

 

One green and speckled frog

Sat on a speckled log,

Eating some most delicious bugs (Yum, yum!)

He jumped into the pool

Where it was nice and cool,

Then there were no green speckled frogs.

El coquí sings a lullaby softly,

I can hear el coquí all night long.

Though I fall fast asleep when it’s bedtime,

In my dream comes his sweet little song:

 

Coquí, Coquí, Coquí, qui, qui, qui!

Coquí, Coquí, Coquí, qui, qui, qui!

 

Coquis are small frogs from Puerto Rico! 

Check out this video of an actual coquí calling out in the night: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eFvjgMP-LU

Six little ducks that I once knew,

Fat ones, skinny ones, fair ones, too.

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.

 

Down to the river they would go,

Wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble, to and fro;

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.

 

Home from the river they would come,

Wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble, ho-hum-hum;

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.

 

Note: I had to make a few edits to my first recording to make sure my recording stayed true to the original folk song. Same tune, different placement of words!