May Songs & Fingerplays


FIVE  SENSES  SONG
With our eyes we see
With our ears we hear
With our fingers we can touch
With our nose we smell
With our mouth we taste
Now, thank you very much!

I am an eye
Yes, an eye is what I am
Sometimes I need some glasses
To be the best I can.

You know me
I’m a finger that lets you touch
I can tell if it’s hot or cold
Or tell if it’s smooth or rough.

I am nose
On an elephant I’m a trunk
With me you’ll sense the difference
Between a flower and a skunk,

I am an ear
If I’m working you can hear
Please don’t put things inside me
I’d like to make that clear.

I am a mouth
I’m the one that lets you taste
With me you enjoy your dinner
So it won’t go to waste.

SING A SONG OF SENSES
(to: The Farmer in the Dell)

We use our tongues to taste.
We use our tongues to taste.
We taste the flavors in our food.
We use our tongues to taste.

We use our ears to hear.
We use our ears to hear.
We hear noises loud and soft.
We use our ears to hear.

We use our eyes to see.
We use our eyes to see.
We see colors all around.
We use our eyes to see.

We use our nose to smell.
We use our nose to smell.
We smell flowers and perfume.
We use our nose to smell.

We use our hands to touch.
We use our hands to touch.
We touch things both smooth and rough.
We use our hands to touch.


BRILLIANT  BUTTERFLIES
The first to come to the garden bed
Was a lovely butterfly of brilliant red.

Then in comes another and that makes two,
Fly right in my friend of blue.

“This garden is fine, the best I’ve seen,”
Said the butterfly of springtime green.

Dressed so fine in a butterfly gown,
Flew in another, the color brown.

The garden needs a sunshiny fellow,
So fly right in if your wings are yellow.

I love the colors, they’re a glorious sight,
But thing for sure, we need some [white]

And where is its opposite? Come join the pack,
For what a fine gift is the color black.

This is all perfect I really do think,
If only you’d join, butterfly of pink.

Little friend of purple, take a place, too,
This garden is a perfect spot for a color like you.

Orange, orange, you’ve waited so long,
Fly right in where you belong.

Butterflies, butterflies, you’re such a sight,
Flying together in springtime delight.


I’M A BUTTERFLY SONG
To Frere Jacques

I’m an egg. I’m an egg.
On a leaf, on a leaf.
Soon I’ll be a caterpillar.
Soon I’ll be a caterpillar.
Watch me eat!
Watch me eat!

I’m a caterpillar.  I’m a caterpillar.
You’re one too, you’re one too.
Soon we’ll both be butterflies.
Soon we’ll both be butterflies.
Something new! 
Something new!

I’m a cocoon. I’m a cocoon.
Warm and dry, warm and dry.
Changing from the inside.
Changing from the inside.
Into a butterfly!
Into a butterfly!

I’m a butterfly. I’m a butterfly.
Flying all around, flying all around.
Looking for a flower.
Looking for a flower.
Searching up and down. 
Searching up and down.

I’m a flower. I’m a flower.
Open to the sky, open to the sky.
I have lots of nectar.
 I have lots of nectar.
For all the butterflies! 
For all the butterflies!


5 LITTLE CATERPILLARS/5 LITTLE BUTTERFLIES

Five little caterpillars and not one more,
One spun a cocoon and then there were four.
Four little caterpillars in a leafy tree,
One spun a cocoon and then there were three.
Three little caterpillars looking for something to do,
One spun a cocoon and then there were two.
Two little caterpillars sitting in the sun,
One spun a cocoon and then there was one.
One little caterpillar sitting all alone,
That one spun a cocoon and then there were none.
But . . . . .

One cocoon opened underneath the sun,
Now there’s a butterfly and that makes one.
Another cocoon opened and we know what to do,
We say, “Hello butterfly! You are number two!”
Another cocoon opened, we’re happy as can be,
Another butterfly comes out and that makes three.
Could it be, another cocoon? Yes, here’s one more.
Hello, Mr. Butterfly! You are number four.
Another cocoon opens as the butterflies dip and dive,
Another butterfly comes out and now we have five!


BEAUTIFUL  BUTTERFLY
To “O Christmas Tree”

Oh butterfly, Oh butterfly,
Your wings are all aflutter.
Oh butterfly, Oh butterfly,
Which part of you is butter?
There is no butter, I can see,
On this small critter, wild and free.
Oh butterfly, Oh butterfly,
Your wings are all a flutter! 



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