January
In January
It’s so nice
While slipping
On the sliding ice
To sip hot chicken soup
With rice.
Sipping once
Sipping twice
Sipping chicken soup
With rice.
January
January opens
The box of the year
And brings out days
That are bright and clear.
And brings out days
That are cold and gray,
And shouts, “Come see
What I brought today!”
Leland B. Jacobs
January
Little January
Tapped at my door today.
And said, “Put on your winter wraps,
And come outdoors to play.”
Little January
Is always full of fun;
Today we coasted down the hill,
Until the set of sun.
Little January
Will stay a month with me
And we will have such jolly times
Just come along and see.
Winifred C. Marshall
Snow
Snow makes whiteness where it falls,
The bushes look like popcorn balls,
And places where I always play,
Look like somewhere else today.
January
January sparkles.
January’s bold.
January huffs and puffs.
January’s cold.
Snow
The snow fell softly all the night
It made a blanket soft and white.
It covered houses, flowers and ground,
But did not make a single sound.
Snow
Snow, snow,
Lots of snow,
Everywhere we look and
Everywhere we go.
Snow in the sandbox,
Snow on the slide.
Snow on the bicycle
Left outside.
Snow on the steps,
And snow on my feet.
Snow on the sidewalk.
Down the street.
The Snow Fell
On the Houses
The snow fell on the houses,
The snow fell on the houses,
The snow fell on the houses,
It covered all I could see.
And all that I could see,
And all that I could see,
Was snow on everything,
Snow on everything,
Snow on everything
Was all that I could see.
The Snowman
One day we built a snowman,
We built him out of snow;
You should have seen how fine he was,
All white from top to toe.
We poured some water over him,
To freeze his legs and ears;
And when we went indoors to bed,
We thought he’d last for years.
But, in the night a warmer kind
Of wind began to blow;
And Jack Frost cried and ran away,
And with him went the snow.
When we went out next morning
To bid our friend “Good Day”,
There wasn’t any snowman there...
He’d melted right away!
Snow Song
I like to walk
On fresh fallen snow
The kind that whispers
And speaks.
It sings a song
As I walk along
With crackles and
Scrunches and squeaks.
The Snowman
First the body
Then the head.
A stove pipe hat,
A scarf of red.
Sticks for arms,
And coal black toes.
Pebbles for eyes
And a carrot nose.
A Chubby Little Snowman
A chubby little snowman
Had a carrot nose
Along came a rabbit
And what do you suppose?
That hungry little bunny,
Looking for his lunch,
ATE the snowman’s carrot nose...
Nibble, nibble, CRUNCH!
Snowflakes
Snowflakes are falling
Are filling the air.
Look at the footprints
I see over there.
Was it a rabbit
Or was it a bear?
Come let us follow it
Back to its lair. |
The Snowman Song
I am a little snowman.
I am so fat and round.
I started from a snowflake
that fell upon the ground.
I have two buttons for my eyes,
a great big scarf of red,
I have a carrot for a nose,
a hat upon my head.
The Snowman
First you make three snowballs
Big and fat and round.
Then you roll the snowballs
All along the ground.
Then you build the snowman
One – two – three.
Then you have a snowman
Don’t you see?
Then the sun shines
All around,
And melts the snowman
To the ground.
Icicles
We are little icicles
Melting in the sun.
Can you see our tiny teardrops
Falling one by one?
Mittens
Thumbs in the thump place
Fingers all together,
This is the song
We sing in mitten weather.
When it is cold
It doesn’t matter whether
Mittens are wool
Or made of finest leather.
Mittens
Mittens for the snow time
When the world is white.
Mittens for my two hands,
Mittens left and right.
Mittens left and right.
Mittens with a thumb place,
Mittens make me feel like
A bug inside a rug!
Thumbs
in the Thumb-place
Thumbs in the thumb-place
Fingers all together!
This is the song
We sing in mitten-weather.
When it is cold,
It doesn’t matter whether
Mittens are wool,
Or made of finest leather.
This is the song
We sing in mitten-weather:
Thumbs in the thumb-place
Fingers all together.
Crick! Crack!
Crick! Crack!
Wind at my back.
Snit! Snat!
Snatched off my hat.
Whew! Whew!
It blew and it blew.
Snapped at my ears,
Flapped at my shoes,
And now I’ve got only
One mitten to lose.
Snowflakes
I like snowflakes.
Ask me why.
Why?
Because they fall from the sky,
Because they seem to dance and fly,
Because they pile up so high,
Because they are so white and dry.
Because they melt in my hand,
Because they’re quiet when they land.
Because, because, because,
That’s why,
I like snowflakes!
Snowflake
(to the tune of “I’m a Little Tea Pot”)
I’m a little snowflake white and round
I don’t make a sound as I fall to the ground
When you look out your window you will shout
I’m putting on my mittens and going out.
Stephanie Shearer
Snowflakes
The snowflakes are falling
By one and by twos.
There is snow on my jacket
And snow on my shoes.
There is snow on the bushes
And snow on the trees.
It’s snowing on everything
Now, if you please.
Snowflakes
Snowflakes, snowflakes,
Twirl around.
Snowflakes, snowflakes,
Falling down.
Snowflakes, snowflakes,
Touch my tongue.
Snowflakes, snowflakes,
My song is sung.
Snowflakes, snowflakes,
Twirl around.
Snowflakes, snowflakes,
Falling down.
Snowflakes
Snowflakes are falling
On the ground,
On our houses and
In our town.
The Snow Blanket
Beautiful feathery flakes of snow
Over the woodland and field they go,
Making a blanket so warm and deep,
Over the flowers that lie asleep. |
