tomorrow i have a class full of kindergardeners coming in, but that isn't so bad. they're old enough to know what's up. they're wise in the way of the world, unlike these infants and toddlers who want sing songy mother goosey stuff.
and now, dear blog readers, because of this annoying meeting i went to this morning, i have several stupid songs stuck in my head. let me share them with you, so that i may spread the joy.
and now, dear blog readers, because of this annoying meeting i went to this morning, i have several stupid songs stuck in my head. let me share them with you, so that i may spread the joy.
the more we get together:
the more we get together, together together
the more we get together, together together
the more we get together the happier we'll be
because my friends are your friends and your friends are my friends
the more we get together the happier we'll be
and the good morning song:
good morning, good morning
good morning to you
my name is miss dewey decimal
how do you do?
(then you go around and everyone says their name)
can you imagine me singing these? seriously, i am way too jaded for this.
i just realized i promised to sing a good morning song to one of my friends this weekend. oops. i hope he's not too disappointed.
3 comments:
I was going to insist you sing to your fellow punk-ropers tomorrow. I'm especially interested in the "good morning" song. I want to sing it to my commuting characters. At least in my head...
ok, i will teach you the good morning song. and if you're really good i will teach you the song i created all by myself called, "if you're a hipster and you know it," which is a great song for bars and parties, but not so appropriate for children.
At the school I taught at in Japan (which is mostly for adults) I was largely responsible for the little kids program. I had the 3-5 year olds. And we also had to do songs, really awful songs and games. Once I had to spank a 4 year old for body slamming a 2 year old (who was too young to be in the school anyway). It was very hard to discipline them when you don't speak their language.
Anyhoo, your experience makes me think of those days. But I must say, teaching the little kids was far far better than teaching Japanese salarymen, who make me want to jump out the window.
Good luck with the kiddies!
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