Storytime

We are flying, we are flying
Up so high, up so high
See the fluffy white clouds,
See the sparkly sunshine In the sky, in the sky
We are flying, we are flying
Round and round, round and round
See the tiny houses,
See the tiny people
On the ground, on the ground

Five little cars driving down the street.
The first one said, “Stop when a red light you meet.”
The second one said, “When it’s green, you can go.”
The third one said, “And yellow means slow.”
The fourth one said, “We must always follow the rules.”
The fifth one said, “So don’t be a fool!”
Five little cars were driving down the street,
And no accidents did they meet

Five little farmers arise with the sun.
The first little farmer feeds the hungry pigs.
The third little farmer has fence hole to dig.
The fourth little farmer goes to fix his tractor now.
The fifth little farmer goes to milk the cow.

I Have a little bicycle
I ride it to and fro.
And when I see the light is green
I know it's time to go.
I have a little bicycle
I ride around the town.
And when the light is yellow
I know it's time to slow down.
I have a little bicycle
I bought it at the shop.
And when I see the light is red
I know it's time to stop!

This is a choo-choo train
Puffing down the track
Now it’s going forward
Now it’s going back
Now the bell is ringing
Now the whistle blows
What a lot of noise it makes
Everywhere it goes.

Zoom, zoom, zoom,
We’re going to the moon.
Zoom, zoom, zoom,
We’re going to the moon.
If you’d like to take a trip,
Climb aboard my rocket ship.
Zoom, zoom, zoom,
We’re going to the moon.
In 5...4...3...2...1...BLAST OFF!

Was a fellow, that I know, who was happy all the time-o.
H A P P Y,
H A P P Y,
H A P P Y,
he was happy all the time-O.

Cry, cry when you’re sad.
Just between me and you.
Don’t be afraid to shed a tear.
It’s the thing to do.

I have a happy face,
Just watch me grin.
I have a great big smile
From my forehead to my chin.
When I’m upset
And things are bad,
Then my happy face
Turns to mad.

Sometimes on my face, you’ll see,
How I feel inside of me.
A smile means happy,
A frown means sad.
And gritting teeth, means I’m mad.
When I’m proud, I beam and glow,
But when I’m shy, my head hangs low.