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HANDS ON YOUR HIPS
Hands on your hips, hands on your knees,
Put them behind you if you please.
Touch your
shoulders, touch your nose,
Touch your ears, touch your toes.
Raise your hands high up in the air,
To the sides, on your hair.
Raise your hands as before
While
we clap one, two, three, four.
MAN IS A FOOL
Man is a fool.
When it’s hot he wants it cool.
When it’s cool he wants it hot.
He always wants what he has not.
ROADWAYS
One road leads to London,
One road runs to Wales,
My road leads me seawards
To the white dipping sails.
One
road leads to the river
As it goes singing slow.
My road leads to shipping
Where the bronzed sailors go.
My road calls me, lures me
West, east, south and north
Most roads lead men homewords
My road leads me forth.
By John Masefield
WASHING UP
Sing a song of washing up
Water
hot as hot
Cups and saucers, spoons and plates
Dishes such a lot !
Work the dish mop round and round
Wash them clean as clean
Polish with a dry white cloth.
How busy we have been.
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EARLY RISING
Get up, little sister
The
morning is bright,
The birds are all singing
To welcome the light;
The
buds are all opening;
The dew is on the flower;
If you shake but a branch
See, there falls quite a shower.
* * *
One busy housewife sweeping the floor,
Two busy housewives polishing the door,
Three busy housewives washing the socks,
Four busy housewives winding the clocks,
Five busy housewives cleaning with the broom,
Six busy housewives tidying up the room,
Seven busy housewives washing in the sink,
Eight busy housewives giving the
cat a drink,
Nine busy housewives cooking dinner too,
Ten busy housewives with nothing else to do.
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