Songs for Little Babies
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Twinkle, twinkle little star, How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle little star, |
Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top, When the wind blows The cradle will rock. When the bough breaks, The cradle will fall, And down will come baby, Cradle and all. (repeat) Down will come baby, Cradle and all. |
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full. One for my master and one for the dame, and one for the little boy who lives down the lane. Baa baa black sheep have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full. “Love grows from the closeness that you establish though hugging, praising, and talking with your child.” |
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Hush little baby don’t say a word, Mama’s gonna buy you a mocking bird, And if that mocking bird don’t sing, And if that diamond ring turns brass, And if that billy goat won’t pull, And if that cart ‘n bull turn over, And if that dog named Rover won’t bark, And if that horse and cart fall down, |
Hey diddle diddle The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such fun And the dish ran away with the spoon! “Playtime should be a happy time. Use a variety of facial expressions, voice patterns and hand gestures as you play with baby.”Cry Baby Bunting Daddy’s gone a-hunting Gone to fetch a rabbit skin To wrap the Baby Bunting in |
Mama’s little baby a kiss can blow (blow a kiss) And rub noses just like so. (rub noses with baby) Two little hands can clap, clap, clap, (clap baby’s hands) Ten little toes can tap, tap, tap (tap baby’s toes) What are little boys made of? Snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails That’s what little boys are made of What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice and all things nice That’s what little girls are made of |
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Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake baker’s man, Bake me a cake as fast as you can, Pat it and roll it and mark it with a “B”, Put it in the oven for baby and me, (REPEAT) Put it in the oven for baby and me, (REPEAT) |
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John, Went to bed with his trousers on; One shoe off, and one shoe on, Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John! |
This is the way baby rides, Baby rides, baby rides. This is the way baby rides, Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy. Bounce baby slowly on your knee while singing |
