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Little Furry Rabbits

We have rabbits on the field behind us.  We grow vegetables.  This is rarely a problem for our vegetables as we have Gilbert.  Sadly this means we have a season of dead small rabbits, but for once, a few weeks ago, we managed to rescue one.

When I caught up with Gilbert, this little one was lying prone, but otherwise looked ok.  S/he spent some time in a box on my kitchen table just to keep him quiet.  He soon perked up and was released back on the field (hopefully) to never return again.

I managed to record "The Little Furry Rabbits" (still haven't worked out how to convert to MP3 yet - sorry Mac users, but I will get there).  You can listen to it here: Little Furry Rabbits

The little furry rabbits keep very, very still
They peep at me across the grass as I go up the hill.
But if I venture nearer to watch them in their play
A flash of white and they are gone, not one of them will stay.

I can't remember where I got the poem from, but will keep on looking to credit the author - sorry! In the meantime, if anyone knows, please let me know and I'll amend the poem with a credit

March Circle Time

Please note this photo isn't one of mine - far too good ;)

Now I have a spare minute (before I go off to bed), I thought I'd type up the Circle Time we are currently using.  I know it would probably help to have the melodies, so I might have a fiddle with the PC and see if I can record the melodies I've now started adding some recordings - erm, I have to lean over my PC to sing (I don't have a separate microphone) so they sound a bit strained ;) You'll need to save the file to your PC and then open to hear it (sorry, at some point I'll try and work out a player for on here, there must be some way of doing it).

Come to the circle where dreams are found,
Take my hand and we'll dance around,
Round and round and round we go,
Hello, hello, hello and hello.

Come the the circle, we'll dance in a ring,
Jumping like lambs to welcome the Spring,
Round and round and round we go,
Hello, hello, hello and hello.

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There piped a piper in the wood
Strange music - soft and sweet
And all the little wild things
Came hurrying to his feet.
They sat around him on the grass,
Enchanted, unafraid,
And listened, as with shining eyes,
Sweet melodies he made.
The wood grew green and flowers sprang up
The birds began to to sing;
For the music it was magic
the piper's name was Spring!

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Five little mice, fast asleep
One by one, out they creep
Five little mice, wide awake now
One-by-one they take a bow

(to the melody of "Frere Jacques")

Are you sleeping? Are you sleeping?
Little bulbs. Little bulbs.
Springtime is a-coming. Springtime is a-coming.
Time to wake. Time to wake.

("Flowers Growing" by Jean Warren - sung to melody of "Here we go round the mulberry bush")

This is the way we sprout our roots,
Sprout our roots, sprout our roots.
This is the way we sprout our roots,
When spring time is here.

This is the way we stretch and grow. [etc]
This is the way we open our buds. [etc]
This is the way we bend in the breeze. [etc]
This is the way we smile at the sun. [etc]

Two little feet go tap, tap, tap.
Two little hands go clap, clap, clap.
One little body, twirls around.
One quiet body sits back down.

I then tell the story of The Three Billikin Whiskers (or Three Billy Goats Gruff)