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    Contents

    “You’re Not Supposed to Say That!” – Mama Lisa’s Thanksgiving Silliness

    An Old Rhyme about Thanksgiving

    Another Five Little Turkeys Finger Play Rhyme

    Five Little Pilgrims Finger-play Rhyme

    Five Little Turkeys Rhyme

    A Thanksgiving Poem

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    “You’re Not Supposed to Say That!” – Mama Lisa’s Thanksgiving Silliness

    Monday, November 2nd, 2009

    Turkey and Rooster Illustration of Thanksgiving Poem

    Here’s a Thanksgiving poem I wrote in honor of turkeys all over the U.S. in autumn. It’s geared towards older kids.

    You can click on the mp3 below to hear my husband and me recite it…

    You’re Not Supposed to Say That!

    “Cock-a-doodle-doo!” said the turkey.
    “What?!” went the rooster.
    “Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
    “You’re not supposed to say
    “Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
    Said the rooster.
    “Oh yes I am!”
    Said the turkey.
    “No you’re not!”
    Said the rooster.
    “What am I supposed to say?”
    Asked the turkey.
    The rooster replied,
    “Gobble, gobble, gobble!”
    “BOOM”
    Went the farmer’s gun
    And the rooster fell down dead.
    “Don’t tell me what I’m
    Supposed to say!”
    Said the turkey,
    “Cock-a-doodle-doo!”

    You’re Not Supposed to Say That MP3

    Many thanks to my husband, Jason Pomerantz, for playing the part of the Turkey (hee, hee, hee)!

    Hope you enjoyed the show!

    Mama Lisa

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    An Old Rhyme about Thanksgiving

    Thursday, November 17th, 2005

    Here’s a pretty little poem about Thanksgiving…

    Thanksgiving

    The year has turned its circle,
    The seasons come and go.
    The harvest all is gathered in
    And chilly north winds blow.
    Orchards have shared their treasures,
    The fields, their yellow grain,
    So open wide the doorway …
    Thanksgiving comes again!

    Come visit Mama Lisa’s Thanksgiving Pages with more Thanksgiving Songs, Poems, Nursery Rhymes and Recipes.

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    Another Five Little Turkeys Finger Play Rhyme

    Saturday, November 12th, 2005

    Here’s another poem for Thanksgiving…

    Five Little Turkeys

    Five little turkeys standing in a row. (Hold up 5 fingers)
    First little turkey said, “I don’t want to grow.” (Hold up 1 finger)
    Second little turkey said, “Why do you say that?” (Hold up 2 fingers)
    Third little turkey said, “I want to get fat.” (Hold up 3 fingers)
    Fourth little turkey said, “Thanksgiving is near.” (Hold up 4 fingers)
    Fifth little turkey said, “Yes, that’s what I hear.” (Hold up 5 fingers)
    Then the five little turkeys that were standing in a row,
    All said together, “Come on, let’s go!” (Move fingers like they’re running away)

    Come visit Mama Lisa’s Thanksgiving Pages for more Thanksgiving Songs, Poems, Nursery Rhymes and Recipes including another version of 5 Little Turkeys plus the rhyme 5 Little Pilgrims.

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    Five Little Pilgrims Finger-play Rhyme

    Sunday, November 6th, 2005

    Here’s a Popular Thanksgiving Poem…

    Five Little Pilgrims

    Five little Pilgrims on Thanksgiving Day. (Hold up 5 fingers)
    The first one said, “I’ll have cake if I may.” (Point to the thumb)
    The second one said, “I’ll have turkey roasted.” (Point to the index finger)
    The third one said, “I’ll have chestnuts toasted.” (Point to the middle finger)
    The fourth one said, “I’ll have pumpkin pie.” (Point to the ring finger)
    The fifth one said, “Oh, cranberries I spy.” (Point to the pinkie)
    But before the Pilgrims ate their turkey and dressing,
    They bowed their heads a said a thanksgiving blessing.” (Fold all 5 fingers like they’re pilgrims with their heads down)

    Here’s Mama Lisa’s Thanksgiving Page with more Thanksgiving Songs, Poems, Nursery Rhymes and Recipes.

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    Five Little Turkeys Rhyme

    Saturday, November 5th, 2005

    It’s November and that means Turkeys! Here’s a favorite Thanksgiving song…

    Five Little Turkeys

    Five little turkeys by the barn door,
    One waddled off, then there were four.

    Four little turkeys under a tree,
    One waddled off, then there were three.

    Three little turkeys with nothing to do,
    One waddled off, then there were two.

    Two little turkeys in the noonday sun,
    One waddled off, then there was one.

    One little turkey – better run away!
    Soon will come Thanksgiving Day!

    Here’s Mama Lisa’s Thanksgiving Page with more Thanksgiving Songs, Poems, Nursery Rhymes and Recipes plus another version of 5 Little Turkeys.

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    A Thanksgiving Poem

    Thursday, November 3rd, 2005

    Thanksgiving Poem, which later became the song Over the River and Through the Woods, plus how the writer of the poem was a real-life heroine

    When November comes, life becomes a whirlwind of activity. In the middle of it all, we start thinking about what we have to be thankful for. I’m thankful we have role models like Lydia Maria Child (1802 – 1880), who wrote the Thanksgiving Poem, best known as the song Over the River and Through the Woods.

    Child was a well known author during the time leading up to the Civil War. She wrote a periodical for kids and popular books for housewives with tips to help manage their households. In 1835 she wrote The History of the Condition of Women in Various Ages and Nations that was later an inspiration to women suffragists.

    In 1833 she published An Appeal in Favor of that Class of Americans Called Africans, which called for the immediate emancipation of all slaves. This hurt her career. However, she continued to write in favor of emancipation, in favor of the rights of Native Americans, and in favor of equal rights for women.

    Lydia Maria Child truly was someone who stood by what she believed was right, regardless of the consequences to herself. She’s a wonderful role model for children today.

    Here’s a short version of the song, followed by the full poem…

    Over the River and Through the Woods

    Over the river and through the woods
    To grandmother’s house we go!
    The horse knows the way
    To carry the sleigh,
    Through bright and drifting snow, oh!
    Over the river and through the woods
    Oh, how the wind doth blow!
    It stings the toes and bites the nose,
    As over the hills we go.

    The New England Boy’s Thanksgiving Poem
    (Over the River and Through the Woods)

    by Lydia Maria Child

    Over the river, and through the wood,
    To grandfather’s house we go!
    The horse knows the way,
    To carry the sleigh,
    Through the white and drifted snow.

    Over the river, and through the wood,
    To Grandfather’s house away!
    We would not stop for doll or top,
    For this is Thanksgiving Day.

    Over the river, and through the wood,
    Oh, how the wind does blow!
    It stings the toes,
    And bites the nose,
    As over the ground we go.

    Over the river, and through the wood,
    With a clear blue winter sky,
    The dogs do bark,
    And children hark,
    As we go jingling by.

    Over the river, and through the wood,
    To have a first-rate play.
    Hear the bells ring, “Ting-a-ling-ling!”
    Hurray for Thanksgiving Day!

    Over the river, and through the wood,
    No matter for winds that blow,
    Or if we get
    The sleigh upset,
    Into a bank of snow.

    Over the river, and through the wood,
    To see little John and Ann.
    We will kiss them all,
    And play snow-ball,
    And stay as long as we can.

    Over the river, and through the wood,
    Trot fast, my dapple grey!
    Spring over the ground,
    Like a hunting hound!
    For this is Thanksgiving day!

    Over the river, and through the wood,
    And straight through the barn-yard gate,
    We seem to go
    Extremely slow,
    It is so hard to wait!

    Over the river, and through the wood,
    Old Jowler hears our bells,
    He shakes his pow,
    With a loud bow-wow,
    And thus the news he tells.

    Over the river, and through the wood,
    When Grandmother sees us come,
    She will say, “Oh, dear,
    The children are here,
    bring a pie for every one.”

    Over the river, and through the wood,
    Now grandmother’s cap I spy!
    Hurrah for the fun!
    Is the pudding done?
    Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

    Happy Thanksgiving!

    -Lisa

    Here’s Mama Lisa’s Thanksgiving Page with more Thanksgiving Songs, Poems, Nursery Rhymes and Recipes.

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