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Turtles

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Little Lost Turtle

One day Mummy Turtle came out of the ocean and onto the beach. She dug a big hole in the sand and laid her eggs in it. She covered the hole with sand so that no other animals could find her nest. Then she went back into the ocean.

After many days the eggs began to hatch. Lots of little baby turtles crawled out of the sand and went to the ocean. But one little turtle got lost. Instead of going into the sea, he went into the bush. He was scared. He couldn’t find his mummy.

He called, “Mummy! Mummy!”

But his mummy was in the ocean and couldn’t hear him. All around him were big tall trees and he heard strange noises. Poor Little Baby Turtle; he was so frightened. He kept walking through the bush and looking for his mummy. He met a furry animal with short legs.

Little baby turtle cried, “Are you my mummy?”

But the furry animal with short legs shook her head. “I’m not a turtle. I’m a wombat,” she said.

Little Baby Turtle cried and cried. “I want my mummy!”

He kept walking through the bush. Soon he saw an animal with a black nose and round ears. It was half asleep in a tree.

“Are you my mummy?” called Little Baby Turtle.

The animal with the black nose and round ears shook her head. “I’m not a turtle. I’m a koala,” she said.

Little Baby Turtle cried and cried. “I want my mummy!”

He kept walking and on a riverbank he saw an animal with a beak like a duck and a tail like a paddle.

“Are you my mummy?” called Little Baby Turtle.

The animal with a beak like a duck and a tail like a paddle shook her head. “I’m not a turtle. I’m a platypus,” she said.

Little Baby Turtle cried and cried. “I want my mummy!”

He kept on walking but he was soon too tired to walk any further so he curled up under a rock and went to sleep.

Meanwhile out in the ocean, Mummy Turtle was counting the baby turtles to make sure they had all arrived. That’s when she realised one of her little babies was missing. She swam out of the ocean and walked up along the sand to the place where she had buried her eggs. She saw lots of tiny turtle footprints in the sand, all going into the ocean. But she saw one set of tiny turtle footprints going into the bush so she followed those footprints. When she got into the bush she could not see the turtle footprints any more but she saw Wombat.

“Which way did my baby go?” said Mummy Turtle.

Wombat grunted and pointed one short leg in the direction Little Baby Turtle had gone.

“Thank you,” said Mummy Turtle and hurried off.

Soon she saw Koala sleeping in the tree and called to her. “Which way did my baby go?”

Koala opened her sleepy eyes and jerked her head in the direction that Little Baby Turtle had gone.

“Thank you,” said Mummy Turtle and hurried off.

Soon she saw Platypus swimming in the river and called out to her. “Which way did my baby go?”

Platypus turned around and flipped her tail in the direction Little Baby Turtle had gone.

“Thank you,” said Mummy Turtle and hurried off.

By this time Little Baby Turtle had woken up and was walking back through the bush tired and sad. Then he saw a strange animal with a shell on its back coming towards him.

Little Baby Turtle ran to the animal and cried, “Are you my mummy?”

“Yes,” cried his mother. “I’m Mummy Turtle.”

And Mummy Turtle and Little Baby Turtle hugged each other for a long time.

An original story by JB Rowley inspired by Are You My Mother?  Free for others to use except for commercial publication.

 

Song: I Had a Little Turtle

Rhyme:

There was a little turtle   (Make fist like turtle)
That lived in the sea  (Draw waves in the air)
He swam through the waves  (Pretend to swim)
And climbed on the rocks   (Walk fingers across child’s hair)

He snapped at a jelly fish   (Make snapping motion at child’s hand)
And he snapped at the sea   (Make snapping motion at child’s tummy)
He snapped at a crayfish   (Make snapping motion at child’s foot)
And he snapped at me   (Snap at yourself)

He caught the little jelly fish   (Tickle child’s hand)
And he caught the angry sea   (Tickle child’s tummy)
He caught the crayfish   (Tickle child’s foot)
But he didn’t catch me !!!!

 

Activity: Colour in a Sea Turtle

Halloween 2

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The Ghost With One Black Eye

One morning Mother, Father, Brother and Sister were sitting at the breakfast table and Baby was sitting in her high chair when Baby cried: “I want my apple juice.”

Big sister said, “I’ll get your apple juice.”

The apple juice was in the cellar downstairs. Big Sister went down the stairs. The stairs creaked. She opened the door. The door screeched. She walked across the room to the cupboard where the apple juice was kept.

Just as she was about to open the cupboard a voice from inside said, “I AM THE GHOST WITH ONE BLACK EYE.”

Big Sister ran back upstairs.

Baby cried, “I want my apple juice.”

“Mum,” said Big Sister. “Can someone else please get the apple juice?”

Big Brother said, “You’re just scared cos it’s dark down there. I’ll get the apple juice. I’m not scared of anything.”

Big Brother went down the stairs. The stairs creaked. He opened the door. The door screeched. He walked across the room to the cupboard where the apple juice was kept.

Just as he was about to open the cupboard a voice from inside said, “I AM THE GHOST WITH ONE BLACK EYE.”

Big Brother ran back upstairs.

Baby cried, “I want my apple juice.”

“Oh Mum,” said Big Brother. “I just remembered. I gotta do my homework. I gotta do all my homework straight away. Homework is very important, Mum. Someone else will have to get the apple juice.”

Hm, thought his mother. Why are the kids so scared of going into the cellar?

Mum went down the stairs. The stairs creaked. She opened the door. The door screeched. She walked across the room to the cupboard where the apple juice was kept.

Just as she was about to open the cupboard a voice from inside said, “I AM THE GHOST WITH ONE BLACK EYE.”

Mum ran back upstairs.

Baby cried, “I want my apple juice.”

Mum said to Dad, “Could you get the apple juice please, dear?”

Dad went down the stairs. The stairs creaked. He opened the door. The door screeched. He walked across the room to the cupboard where the apple juice was kept.

Just as he was about to open the cupboard a voice from inside said, “I AM THE GHOST WITH ONE BLACK EYE.”

Dad ran back upstairs.

Baby cried, “I want my apple juice.”

Dad said, “Why don’t you have some milk?”

Baby cried, “I want my apple juice.”

And she climbed out of her high chair, hitched up her nappy and went down the stairs. The stairs creaked. Baby pushed open the door. The door screeched. She toddled across the room to the cupboard where the apple juice was kept.

Just as she was about to open the cupboard a voice from inside said, “I AM THE GHOST WITH ONE BLACK EYE.”

Baby opened the cupboard door and shouted, “IF YOU DON’T LET ME HAVE MY APPLE JUICE, YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TWO BLACK EYES!”

The ghost disappeared and was never heard from again.

(I first heard this story told by fellow storyteller, Edward Faraci, who had his audience enthralled.)

Witch Poem
The witch came back from a cemetery plot
and brought me a big black pot (stir)
The witch came back from a haunted house
and brought me a wriggling mouse (hold at arm’s length)
The witch came back from a misty swamp
and brought me bugs to stomp (stamp foot)
The witch came back from a ghostly hollow
and brought me worms to swallow (hold imaginary worm over open mouth)
The witch came back from a magic shop
and said this poem has got to STOP! (clap)

(I don’t remember where I sourced this poem from originally.)

More resources for Halloween here.

This blog is brought to you by JB Rowley.

Bedtime

1: Story 2: Song 3: Rhyme 4: Activity

The Creaky Door

Once there was a little boy who loved to visit his grandmother who lived on a farm. Grandma had a ginger cat called Ginger, a red dog called Red, a baby pig called Babe and a woolly sheep called Woolly.

One day the little boy had a wonderful time on Grandma’s farm. He played with Ginger the cat, walked Red the dog, fed Babe the pig and rode on Woolly the sheep. After he had done all these things he had a bath and a big dinner.

“Time for bed,” said Grandma.

They went upstairs to the room with the big bouncy bed. The little boy climbed under the soft warm doona and Grandma sang him a lullaby.

Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
Hush, now, don’t you cry
Ah, Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
It’s an Irish lullaby

She kissed him goodnight and waited till he was asleep, then she turned off the light and closed the door. The door went creeeeeeeeek.

The little boy woke up. “Grandma, I’m scared. I don’t want to stay here all by myself. Can Ginger sleep with me?”

“All right,” said Grandma. “Just this once I’ll let you have the cat in the bed with you.”

So she went downstairs, picked up Ginger the cat, and went back upstairs and put the ginger cat in the bed with the little boy. Ginger snuggled up under the doona. The little boy settled back down under the soft warm doona and closed his eyes. Grandma sang the little boy a lullaby.

Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
Hush, now, don’t you cry
Ah, Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
It’s an Irish lullaby

She kissed him goodnight and waited till he was asleep, then she turned off the light and closed the door. The door went creeeeeek.

The little boy woke up. “Grandma, I’m scared.”

The cat said, “Meooow!”

The little boy said, “We’re scared, Grandma. Can Red sleep with us?”

“All right,” said Grandma. “Just this once I’ll let you have the dog in the bed with you.”

So she went downstairs and whistled for Red the dog to follow her. Then she went back upstairs and put the red dog in the bed with the little boy and the ginger cat. Red snuggled up to Ginger and Ginger snuggled up to the little boy who settled back down under the soft warm doona and closed his eyes. Grandma sang the little boy a lullaby.

Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
Hush, now, don’t you cry
Ah, Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
It’s an Irish lullaby

She kissed him goodnight and waited till he was asleep, then she turned off the light and closed the door. The door went creeeeeek.

The little boy woke up. “Grandma, I’m scared.”

The cat said, “Meooow!”

The dog said, “Woof!”

The little boy said, “We’re scared, Grandma. Can Babe sleep with us?”

“All right,” said Grandma. “Just this once I’ll let you have the pig in the bed with you.”

So she went downstairs to the barn, picked up Babe the pig, went back upstairs and put the baby pig in the bed with the little boy and the ginger cat and the red dog. Babe snuggled up to Red, Red snuggled up to Ginger and Ginger snuggled up to the little boy who settled back down under the soft warm doona and closed his eyes. Grandma sang the little boy a lullaby.

Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
Hush, now, don’t you cry
Ah, Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
It’s an Irish lullaby

She kissed him goodnight and waited till he was asleep, then she turned off the light and closed the door. The door went creeeeeek.

The little boy woke up. “Grandma, I’m scared.”

The cat said, “Meooow!”

The dog said, “Woof!”

The pig said, “Oink!”

The little boy said, “We’re scared, Grandma. Can Woolly sleep with us?”

“All right,” said Grandma. “Just this once I’ll let you have the sheep in the bed with you.”

So she went down stairs and out to the barn and led woolly the sheep into the house and upstairs and put it in the bed with the little boy and the ginger cat and the red dog and the baby pig. Woolly snuggled up to Babe, Babe snuggled up to Red, Red snuggled up to Ginger and Ginger snuggled up to the little boy who settled back down under the doona and closed his eyes. Grandma sang the little boy a lullaby.

Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
Hush, now, don’t you cry
Ah, Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, lie
Toora, loora, loora
It’s an Irish lullaby

She kissed him goodnight and waited till he was asleep, then she turned off the light and…just as she was about to close the door, she had an idea. Grandma went downstairs and got her special creaky door oil. She went back upstairs and dripped oil on the hinges of the creaky bedroom door. Then she closed the door…very quietly.

And the little boy and the ginger cat and the red dog and the baby pig and the woolly sheep slept all night long.

 

Song: Toora Loora

 

Rhyme: Little Boy Blue

Little Boy Blue come blow your horn
The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn;
Where is the 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.


Activity:
Farm Crafts

Posted by JB Rowley: teller of stories, writer of books and teacher of English.

Bread

1:Story 2: Song 3: Rhyme   4: Activity


The Fairy Bread Man

One day Grandma was making fairy bread for her grandchildren. They loved fairy bread. Grandma spread the butter on the pieces of bread and pressed the bread onto a plate of hundreds and thousands. Then she cut the colourful bread up into triangles just the way the children like them. She decided to make special fairy bread for herself. Instead of cutting the bread with a knife she used a cutter in the shape of a little man and she made a fairy bread man. With the hundreds and thousands all over his body he was a very colourful fairy bread man. Then Grandma piped on some icing to give him two eyes, a nose and a mouth. He looked so real she thought he might get up and walk. And that’s just what he did.

He jumped up off the table and yelled. “You’re not going to eat me you greedy old woman.”

Grandma got a fright. But she grabbed her rolling pin and ran after Fairy Bread Man.
“Who are you calling a greedy old woman?” she yelled.

Fairy Bread Man said:
Greedy old woman, greedy old woman.
Run, run as fast as you can
You can’t catch me, I’m the fairy bread man.

Grandma ran after him, waving her rolling pin in the air.
“You come back here. Don’t you dare disappear.”

Grandma ran as fast as she could but she couldn’t catch him.

Fairy Bread Man laughed and skipped and danced and sang:
Run, run as fast as you can
You can’t catch me; I’m the fairy bread man.

Wombat heard Fairy Bread Man singing.

“I love fairy bread,” said Wombat. “I’m sick of eating grass. Come back here Fairy Bread Man.”

Fairy Bread Man laughed:
I can run away from you, Wombat,
I can run as fast as a panther cat.
Run, run as fast as you can,
You can’t catch me; I’m the fairy bread man.

Wombat ran as fast as he could but he couldn’t catch him.

Fairy Bread Man laughed and skipped and danced and sang:
Run, run as fast as you can
You can’t catch me; I’m the fairy bread man.

Emu heard Fairy Bread Man singing.

“I love fairy bread,” said Emu. “I’m sick of eating seeds. Come back here Fairy Bread Man.”

Fairy Bread Man laughed:
I can run away from you, Emu.
Even if you flew, I could run away from you.
Run, run as fast as you can
You can’t catch me; I’m the fairy bread man.

Emu ran as fast as she could but she couldn’t catch him. Fairy Bread Man laughed and skipped and danced and sang:
Run, run as fast as you can
You can’t catch me; I’m the fairy bread man.

Kangaroo heard Fairy Bread Man singing.

“I love fairy bread,” said Kangaroo. “I’m sick of eating plants. Come back here Fairy Bread Man.”

Fairy Bread Man laughed:
I can run away from you, Kangaroo.
I can run away from a zoo if I want to.
Run, run as fast as you can
You can’t catch me; I’m the fairy bread man.

Kangaroo hopped as fast as he could but he couldn’t catch him.

Fairy Bread Man laughed and skipped and danced and sang:
Run, run as fast as you can
You can’t catch me; I’m the fairy bread man.
You can’t catch me; nobody can.

By now Fairy Bread Man thought he was very clever. He was sure he could run faster than anything on land. He skipped through the bush singing his song.

When he saw a dingo resting under a tree he stopped and sang:
Run, run as fast as you can
You can’t catch me; I’m the fairy bread man.
You can’t catch me; nobody can.

The dingo took no notice. In fact it looked like the dingo did not even hear Fairy Bread Man.

Fairy Bread Man sang a little louder.
Run, run as fast as you can
You can’t catch me; I’m the fairy bread man.
You can’t catch me; nobody can.

Still the dingo took no notice.

Fairy Bread Man went a little closer to the dingo and sang again:
Run, run as fast as you can
You can’t catch me; I’m the fairy bread man.
You can’t catch me; nobody can.

Still the dingo took no notice.

Finally, Fairy Bread Man went right up to the dingo and sang into his ear:
Run, run as fast as you can
You can’t catch me; I’m…

But before he could finish his cheeky song – SNAP! The dingo ate him up in one bite. There was not a single crumb left over.

An original story by JB Rowley  inspired by The Gingerbread Man. Free for others to use except for commercial publication.

Song: Bread and Butter Song

Rhyme: Slice, Slice

Slice, slice, the bread looks nice.
(Using side of hand, rub sideways on child’s tummy.)
Spread, spread butter on the bread.
(Use palm of hand to rub child’s tummy.)
Jam on top makes it sweet.
(Kiss child’s tummy.)
Now it’s good for me to eat.
(Tickle child’s tummy.)

Activity: Make Fairy Bread

What you need:
Slices of white sandwich bread
Butter/margarine at room temperature
Multi-coloured hundred and thousands

Procedure:
Spread the slices of bread evenly with butter.
Cut the bread into triangles or use a cutter to make different shapes (without the crusts). (Children love doing this bit.)
Place the hundreds and thousands on a plate.
Press the bread butter side down into the hundreds and thousands to coat the bread.
Enjoy.

Posted by JB Rowley: teller of stories, writer of books and teacher of English.

 

Dinosaurs

1: Story 2: Song 3: Rhyme 4: Activity


The Last Dinosaur
Long, long ago instead of people, huge dinosaurs roamed the earth. As time went by their numbers became less and less until finally there was just one dinosaur left in the whole wide world.

He was a handsome green dinosaur, with a magnificent red tail. He lived all alone on an island. He was very lonely because there were no other dinosaurs to play with and none of the other animals would play with him. They were scared of him. Every day, just to fill in time he would walk down through the hills, down to the ocean and sit on a huge rock. He looked down through the clear blue water and watched the ocean creatures.

One day as he sat there looking down he saw a beautiful pink octopus! She had big blue eyes and eight beautiful legs! Red Tail fell in love instantly! He gazed down at the beautiful pink octopus and she looked up at him and….fluttered her eyelashes at him.

Day after day, hour after hour they gazed at each other through the water. Red Tail wanted very much to be with her but he could not get into the water to live and the octopus could not live on the land with him. He was very sad.

One day as he was walking down through the hills he stopped for a moment to try to think of a way that they could be together. As he stood there thinking, he heard a tiny voice.

“Help. Help.”

He looked around but he could see no one.

“Help. Help.”

It seemed to be coming out of the ground. He looked down but all he could see was mud. It had been raining all night and the earth was soft and squelchy and muddy. Then he heard it again.

“Help. Help.”

Then the mud moved. There was something stuck in the mud! Red Tail swung his magnificent tail into the mud so that the muddy thing could climb out. The he strode to the nearest pool of water and swished his tail into the water so that the muddy thing could wash itself. As the mud fell away he saw a pretty, pretty white fairy with a glistening white wand!

“Thank you, Red Tail,” said the white fairy. “You are a great and powerful beast, yet you have saved a tiny, helpless creature like me. For that I would like to grant you your dearest wish. What is the one thing in the world you would like? Just name it and it shall be yours!”

“Oh, that’s easy,” said Red Tail, in a booming voice. “The one thing in the world I want is to be an octopus.”

“Oh!” said the white fairy. “Are you sure? You know as a dinosaur you have great power and need never be frightened of anyone. But as an octopus, well….an octopus is just an octopus you know.”

“Oh, I know,” boomed Red Tail. “But it’s no fun being a great and powerful beast when there are no other beasts to play with. Oh, no. I know I’d much rather be an octopus.”

“Very well,” said the white fairy. She touched his magnificent red tail with her glistening wand and… Piiiiiing! Red Tail disappeared!

The beautiful white fairy flew over to the ocean. She looked down into the clear blue water and saw the pink octopus swimming around the rocks with a happy smile on her face. Then she saw a handsome green octopus, with eight red legs, swimming behind her. They looked so happy together.

And that is what happened to the last dinosaur left on the earth.

An original story by JB Rowley free for others to use except for commercial publication.

 

Dinosaur Song

 

Rhyme: What Do You Think I Saw?

Down by the ocean an egg cracked open
What do you think I saw?
A big floppy head and a tongue so red
A neck so long and a body so strong
Four funny limbs and a tail that swings.
What do you think I saw?
Yes! A dinosaur!

 

Dorothy Dinosaur Craft

 

Deep Sea Dreaming

1: Story 2: Song 3: Rhyme 4: Activity
 

Ocean Creatures

One day when I was a very little girl I went to the beach with my mummy and daddy. I went into the ocean for a swim. While I was swimming along came an ocean creature to swim with me. It was a green sea turtle. So I swam with the turtle.

Then along came another ocean creature. It was a seahorse. So I swam with the turtle and the seahorse.

Then along came another ocean creature. It was a clown fish. So I swam with the turtle, the seahorse and the clown fish.

Then along came another ocean creature. It was a dugong. So I swam with the turtle, the sea horse, the clown fish and the dugong.

Then along came another ocean creature. It was a big hungry whale.

The hungry whale swam toward the turtle and the turtle swam away fast.

The hungry whale swam toward the seahorse and the seahorse swam away fast.

The hungry whale swam toward the clown fish and the clown fish swam away fast.

The hungry whale swam toward the dugong and the dugong away fast.

The hungry whale swam toward me and I was so frightened I screamed very loudly and I splashed and splashed in the water. The big hungry whale swam away.

I went back to the sand where Mummy and Daddy were looking for me. They told me I must never ever go into the water on my own again. Never ever!

Choose your own ocean creatures to use in the story. I tell this as an apron story, using colourful cardboard cut-outs. Each creature appears out of one of my apron pockets when I introduce it in the story and sticks to mu apron (with the help of Velcro).

An original story by JB Rowley. Free for use by others except commercial publication.
 
 

Song: My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean
 
This song is great to use as a warm up activity and a closing activity. Hug your child and rock with the rhythm of the song.
 

Rhyme: Little Turtle

There was a little turtle (Make fist like turtle)
That lived in the sea (Draw waves in the air)

He snapped at a jelly fish (Make snapping motion at child)
And he snapped at me (Make snapping motion at self)

He caught the little jelly fish (Tickle child)
But he didn’t catch me! (Hug child)
 
 

Craft: Enchanted Learning

Lots of different activities to choose from here.

 

Australia

1:Story 2: Song 3: Rhyme 4: Activity

Tiddalick the thirsty sand frog.

Long ago in Australia there was a thirsty sand frog called Tiddalick. Tiddalick had a special trick. He could keep extra water in his belly.

One day Tiddalick was very thirsty. He drank the water of the nearest river until it there was not a drop of water left. He hopped across the land, looking for more water to drink. He drank up all the water from the billabongs, lakes, streams and creeks until there was no more water left in all of the land.

The animals were upset. They were thirsty too and there was no water left for them to drink. Tiddalick had it all in his swollen stomach. The animals held a meeting. All the animals were at the meeting: the kangaroos, the wallabies, the echidnas, the kookaburras, the snakes, the wombats, the pygmy possums, the koalas, and all their friends. They decided that the only way for them to get a drink was to somehow get it back from Tiddalick. Wombat said they should get the water back without hurting Tiddalick because after all he had just made a mistake and we all make mistakes.

“We must make him laugh”, said the kookaburra. “If we can do that, he will have to hold his hands against his sides and the water will pour out of his mouth.”

Kookaburra perched on a branch close to Tiddalick’s head and laughed and laughed until he could laugh no more. Tiddalick did not even smile.

The other animals tried all sorts of ways to make Tiddalick laugh. Some of them danced and turned somersaults and some told jokes.  Tiddalick did not even smile.

Finally the animals decided the best way to make Tiddalick laugh was to tickle him. Wombat reminded them to tickle Tiddalick very gently because they should not hurt Tiddalick. So one by one the animals began to tickle Tiddalick’s tummy.

A tiny smile began to creep slowly over Tiddalick’s face. His smile became bigger and bigger and water came out of his mouth.  Deep rumbles of laughter made Tiddalick’s big swollen belly shake. Soon he was laughing so much that he put his hands to his sides and rocked to and fro. His mouth opened wide and a great smooth tide of water came gushing out. The water flowed back into the rivers, the streams, the creeks and the  billabongs.

Tiddalick knew he had been greedy and he ran away in case the other animals tried to hurt him. But the other animals remembered what Wombat said. Tiddalick had just made a mistake and they did not want to hurt him. But if you go out into the desert today you will not find Tiddalick because he still runs away and hides in the sand whenever he hears anyone coming.

An Aboriginal Dreamtime story retold by JB Rowley: teller of stories, writer of books and teacher of English.

Song: Five Speckled Frogs

Five little speckled frogs sat on a great big log
Eating the most delicious bugs — YUM YUM!
One jumped into the pool where it was nice and cool
Now there are four speckled frogs. GLUG! GLUG!


Rhyme: Tiddalick Chant

Tiddalick drank, Tiddalick drank; Tiddalick drank all day long
Water from the creek, water from the billabong.
Tiddalick drank all day long



Activity: Frog Puppet
 

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