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Who’s In? - by Elizabeth Fleming

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‘The door is shut fast And everyone’s out.’ But people don’t know What they’re talking about! Say the fly on the wall, And the flame on the coals, And the dog on his rug, And the mice in their holes, And the kitten curled up, And the spiders that spin — ‘What, everyone out? Why, […]

Wild Animals - by Elizabeth Fleming

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I like a mouseWhen he’s not in my house,And a ratWhen he goes nibble, nibble, like that.I like a mole; he’s a kind little soul,And a stoatWith a smudge like snow on his throat.I like a shrewWith his nose in the dew,And a hare,For he leaps and runs everywhere;I like a foxWith his little white […]

Traditional - by Catriona Lexy Campbell

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Tha sìol beag san talamh
Ach ciamar a nì e fàs?

Woolly Bear - by Valerie Gillies

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Woolly, woolly bear
Who feeds on the weeds,
Hurry furry chestnut,
Move at speed.

I Opened A Book - by Julia Donaldson

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I opened a book and in I strode
/ Now nobody can find me.
/ I’ve left my chair, my house, my road,
/ My town…

Embro: Southside Ditties - by Gordon Jarvie

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Tune: Ti, ti, ti, ta (wi’ apologies tae Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony)
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/ I
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/ Duddingston Loch
/ Skate ower…

From Night Monkey, Day Monkey - by Julia Donaldson

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The moon shone down on the jungle.
/ Night Monkey climbed up the tree.
/ She clambered and leapt to where Day Monkey slept,
/ And…

Whole Duty of Children - by Robert Louis Stevenson

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A child should always say what’s true
/ And speak when he is spoken to,
/ And behave mannerly at table;
/ At least as far…

Wullie Waggletail - by William Soutar

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Wee wullie waggletail, what is a’ your stishie?
/ Tak a sowp o’ water and coorie on a stane:
/ Ilka tree stands dozent,…

I’ve a kisty - by Scottish anonymous

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I’ve a kisty,
/ I’ve a creel,
/ I’ve a baggie
/ Full of meal.
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/ I’ve a doggie
/ At the door,
/ One, two,
/ Three, four.
/ …

Colter’s Candy - by Scottish anonymous

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Johnnie Scott was awful thin,
/ His bones were sticking through his skin;
/ Now he’s got a double chin,
/ With eating Colter’s candy.
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/ Allabally, allabally…

Jack and Jill - by Scottish anonymous

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Twa wee birdies,
/ Sittin on a hill,
/ Ane ca’d Jack,
/ And anither ca’d Jill.
/ Flee awa Jack,
/ Flee awa Jill,
/ Come back Jack,
/ Come back Jill.

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