kindergarten
Kindergarten
Rhymes poetry songs... back to school
Back-to-school time
Observe nature at the end of summer.
The animals, the snail after the rain, the spider and its web in the morning...
Suitable for aesthetic activities; the shiny trace of the snail, the star web decorated with drops.
Fruit trees for work on taste and colors and vocabulary acquisition
Cross-Curricular Competencies: Saying a Poem from Memory
Eenie Meenie
woodpecker and woodpecker and colegram
Bour and bour and ratatam
Eenie Meenie
Pencils
But what are the pencils for?
during recess?
Red draws a mouse,
green a sun,
blue draws a radish,
the gray a gooseberry.
The black who has no idea
makes big pies.
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_Corinne Albaut
My schoolbag
My satchel has a thousand smells,
My satchel smells like apples,
The book, the ink, the eraser,
And the colored pencils.
My satchel smells of orange,
Bison and nougat,
He smells everything we eat
And what we don't eat.
Fig and tangerine,
The silver or gold paper,
And the marine shell,
Boats leaving the port.
My mother's long hair
And my daddy's cheeks.
Mornings in the light,
The rose and the chocolate.
Pierre Gamarra
The little designer
Under my pencil, big ships
Are born, happy, and I travel,
With long blue lines, over the water,
Above a cloudless sky.
My yellow pencil is a sun,
My red a ripe cherry,
My darkness, night and sleep,
My green, a corner of nature.
Ah! i am a magician
With multicolored chopsticks.
Wings lift my hands
And I fly towards the dawn.
JL Vanham
I wanted in my satchel
Take away my sand castles,
My kite, shells
And the portico of the beach
Mom told me
It's not allowed
And then all that
It doesn't fit !
So I took a nice pen,
To taste it, some cakes
And only reasonable things.
Plus three little grains of sand !
Pierre RUAUD
Ahoy ! It's back to school
Ahoy ! Ahoy !
It's back to school
sing the little shoes
can't wait to gallop.
Ahoy ! Ahoy !
It's back to school
sing the aprons
with little shoes.
We will make friends
to school !
We will make friends
starting today !
Ahoy ! Ahoy !
It's back to school
Autumn day or summer day
to make a good student
don't miss back to school !
Ah, will I tell you mom
Ah, will I tell you mom
What causes my torment
Daddy wants me to reason
like a big person
I say candy
are better than reason
Livre
Comptines pour la rentrée des classes
de Corinne ALBAUT
illustré par Claude LAPOINTE
Beautiful day in September
Beautiful day in September
Of gold, honey and amber,
Whose immense sky
Looks like a shell
where iridescent and shines
Gold, amber and honey!
Sometimes the wind picks
In the woods a leaf
Of honey, amber and gold,
Who spins and, sweet,
Touch the moss
And aerobatics again,
Then arises slow,
On the sloping bank
At the foot of a birch
Of a birch that arches
In the September sky
Her reflection in the water
Of honey, gold and amber.
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ Fernand Gregh
The word of the world
To school
Where is this toddler going, no higher than a boot?
He put on his best panties this morning;
Pink and fresh, neatly combed, in her neat coat
Here he is in the street, alert and perky!
The beret on the head and the bag on the shoulder,
For the first time he goes to school.
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His mother accompanies him and holds him by the hand
But he could, he said, go it alone.
Frederic Bataille
Iskiwiwi and Askawawa
Askawawa is a huge hippopotamus
Iskiwiwi is a tiny Indian
Iskiwiwi shoots an arrow at Askawawa ZIP
Askawawa falls into the water Splash
Iskiwiwi is very happy HI HI HI
But Askawawa is smart
He knows how to swim HELLO
Iskiwiwi is all upset BOUH
ASKAWAWA
ISKIWIWI
ZIP
SPLASH
HI HI HI
HELLO
BOOH
At the school of the bush
Marinette is at school :
She flies, flies, flies
On the wings of a bumblebee.
Quickly we open the window :
A finch then enters
On song wings.
Quickly we close the window,
But the eye sees the swing
From a spider on the ceiling.
Ah ! The perfect schoolgirl
That you are Marinette,
At the bush school !
Pierre Menanteau
The child with his head in the air
The child with his head in the air
If we turn away, it flies away.
It would take an iron fist
To keep him in school.
The child with his head in the air
Never take your eyes off him :
Because as soon as he has nothing more to do
He prances in the skies.
He gives a lot of worries
To his parents and masters :
We believe him there, he is here,
Appears only to disappear.
Like we have clipboards
We need a child squeezer
To hold on with both feet
The child so light that flying.
Claude Roy
Oh the crocs
Oh the crocs
oh the crocodiles
On the banks of the Nile
They left
Let's stop talking about it
ASKAWAWA
show left thumb
ISKIWIWI
show right thumb
ZIP
the right thumb points to the left thumb like an arrow
SPLASH
with thumb and arm go down
HI HI HI
force a smile and raise your shoulders with each HI
HELLO
thumb up and other fingers closed zigzagging up
BOOH
cross your arms over your chest and pout