Busy Squirrel Poem
Grey squirrel, grey squirrel
doesn’t make a sound.
As he buries acorns
underneath the ground.
Later, when it’s cold out
and food can not be found,
The grey squirrel will dig
his acorns from the ground.
Mr. Squirrel Poem
Oh, Mr. Squirrel,
way up in a tree.
I see you.
Do you see me?
Oh, Mr. Squirrel,
collecting nuts for fall.
How do you remember
where you hid them all?
A Squirrely Song
Tune: Take me out to the ball gameThere’s a squirrel up in my tree
looking right down at me.
Sometimes he hides in the flowerpot,
digging up all the bulbs he can spot.
So I threw the squirrel some peanuts,
and he took them away.
But I know that he will be back
for more nuts someday!
Green Acorn, Brown Acorn
I’m a little acornLook at me!
I live high in an oak tree.
My face is green,
but will soon be brown.
When leaves start to flutter
to the ground.
The Leaves in the Air
The leaves in the air go up and down,up and down, up and down.
The leaves in the air go up and down,
all around the town.
Autumn Leaves are Falling Down
Autumn leaves are falling down, falling down, falling down,
Autumn leaves are falling down.
Welcome Autumn.
Sweep the leaves and put them here,
put them put here, put them here. Sweep the leaves and put them here.
Welcome Autumn.
Jump right in and have some fun,
have some fun, have some fun. Jump right in and have some fun.
Welcome Autumn.
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