Nurry Rhymes, Songs and Fingerplays
Provided by
Learn to Read
with the
Weld Library District
Learning to read begins
well before the first day of school.
Phonological awareness is a child’s
ability to hear and play with
the smaller sounds in words.
Being able to hear the similarities and
differences within words is critical to the
process of learning to read.
U the nurry rhymes, songs and
fingerplays in this booklet
to get you started. Clap and dance while you sing songs, emphasize the rhyming words and
make up your own silly rhymes.
Have fun with words and start your child on the right road to reading success.
Nurry Rhymes
LITTLE BOY BLUE
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn.
The sheep are in the meadow,
The cows are in the corn.
秋裤是什么Where is the little boy who looks after the sheep?
He’s under the haystack, fast asleep!
Will you wake him? No, not I.
For if I do, he’s sure to cry.
孢子生殖
THIS LITTLE PIGGIE
This little piggie went to market.
This little piggie stayed home.
凡莎莎This little piggie had roast beef.
This little piggie had none.
And this little piggie cried, “Wee! Wee! Wee!”
All the way home.
SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE
Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye;
LITTLE JACK HORNER
大学就业率Little Jack Horner sat in the corner,
Eating his Christmas pie.
He put in his thumb边城全文
And pulled out a plum,
And said, “What a good boy am I.”
兔年吉祥物
HEY DIDDLE, DIDDLE
Hey diddle, diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed to e such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon.
JACK AND JILL
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.
Up Jack got and home did trotrainism
As fast as he could caper.
He went to bed and bound his head
With vinegar and brown paper.
TWO BLACKBIRDS
There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill,
The one named Jack, the other named Jill.
Fly away, Jack! Fly away, Jill!
Come back, Jack! Come back, Jill!
BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP
Baa, baa, black sheep have you any wool?
Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full.
One for the master, and one for the dame, And one for the little boy who lives down the lane.
HORSIE, HORSIE
Horsie, horsie, don’t you stop,
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Just let your feet go clipetty clop;
Your tail goes swish, and the wheels go round, Giddy up, you’re homeward bound!
JACK SPRAT
Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean.
And so between them both, you e,
They licked the platter clean.
