Jazz Chants (диалоги-речитативы в джазовом ритме)

by Caroline Graham

Baby’s sleeping

I said, Sh! Sh! Baby’s sleeping!

I said, Sh! Sh! Baby’s sleeping!

What did you say?

What did you say?

I said, Hush! Hush! Baby’s sleeping!

I said, Hush! Hush! Baby’s sleeping!

What did you say?

What did you say?

I said, Please be quiet, Baby’s sleeping!

I said, Please be quiet, Baby’s sleeping!

What did you say?

What did you say?

I said, Shut up! Shut up! Baby’s sleeping!

I said, Shut up! Shut up! Baby’s sleeping!

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Not anymore

Big Mouth John Brown

Who did you see?

I saw John.

John who?

John Brown.

I can’t hear you.

I said John Brown.

I can’t hear you.

I said John Brown.

I can’t hear you.

I said John Brown.

I said John Brown.

John Brown.

John Brown.

What did he say?

Who?

John Brown.

John Brown?

Yes, what did he say?

He didn’t say anything.

Nothing?

Not a word.

I don’t believe it.

I don’t believe it.

Big Mouth John Brown didn’t say a word?

Not a word.

I don’t believe it.

I don’t believe it.

Big Mouth John Brown didn’t say a word?

Big Mouth John Brown didn’t say a word

It’s Got to Be Somewhere

Where is it? Where is it?

Where is it? Where is it?

I can’t find it!

She can’t find it!

It’s got to be here, it’s got to be here!

It has to be here! It must be here!

It’ gone! It’s gone!

It’s gone! It’s gone!

Take it easy! Take it easy!

It has to be here.

It must be here.

It can’t be lost.

It can’t be lost.

It’s got to be here.

It’s got to be here.

Try to remember

Try to remember.

I can’t remember.

Try to remember.

I can’t remember.

Think back!

I can’t think.

Think back!

I can’t think.

Where did you put it?

Where did you put it?

I can’t remember.

I can’t remember.

Oh, here it is, here it is!

Thank heavens!

Thank heavens!

I found it.

She found it!

Here it is! Here it is!

Whew!

Rain

It was raining, raining, raining hard.

It was falling on my head.

It was falling on the stars.

It was falling on the sun.

It was falling on my shoes.

I got soaking wet.

I got soaking wet.

But I stayed outside.

I stayed outside.

The rain was sweet.

The rain was warm.

The rain was soft.

It reminded me of home.

It was raining, raining, raining hard.

It was falling, falling, falling on the stars.

It was raining, raining, raining hard.

It was falling, falling, falling on the stars.

Soft rain

Raining, raining

Sweet rain

Raining, raining

Warm rain

Raining, raining

Sweet soft Raining, raining

Warm rain Raining, raining

Sweet soft Raining, raining

Warm rain Raining, raining

Tall Trees

CHORUS SOLO

Tall trees

Tall trees

Big, tall trees.

Tall trees

Tall trees

Big, tall trees.

Tall trees, tall trees The coast of California

Big, tall trees. is a beautiful sight,

Tall trees, tall trees with the tall trees, tall trees

Big tall trees. big, tall trees.

Tall trees, tall trees The coast of California

Big, tall trees. is a beautiful sight,

Tall trees, tall trees with the tall trees, tall trees

Big tall trees. big, tall trees.

Big trees, tall trees

Big trees, tall trees

Big trees, tall trees

Big, tall trees.

Selfish

This is mine!

That’s yours!

Don’t touch mine!

Get your own!

This is mine!

That’s yours!

This is mine!

That’s yours!

This is mine!

That’s yours!

That’s yours!

That’s yours!

Hey, what are you doing?

What are you doing with that?

That’s mine!

Hey, what are you doing?

What are you doing with that?

That’s his!

Hey, what are you doing?

What are you doing with that?

That’s hers!

What’s mine is mine.

What’s yours is yours.

What’s his is his.

What’s hers is hers.

What’s ours is ours.

What’s theirs is theirs.

Taking Credit

Whose work is this?

It’s mine.

It’s mine.

Are you sure it’s not his?

No, No, it’s mine.

Whose work is this?

This beautiful work?

It’s mine! It’s mine!

It’s mine! It’s mine!

Whose work is this?

This awful work?

It’s his! It’s his!

It’s his! It’s his!

Are you sure it’s not yours?

Of course it’s not mine!

It’s certainly not mine!

Not mine, not mine!

Not yours?

Not mine!

Are you sure?

I’m sure!

It’s his?

It’s his!

Not yours?

Not mine!

What Are You Going to Do at Two?

What are you going to do at two?

What are you going to do?

Where are you going to be at three?

Where are you going to be?

Who are you going to see?

What are you going to say?

How are you going to go?

Where are you going to stay?

What are you going to do?

Who are you going to see?

When are you going to leave?

Where are you going to be?

Meet Me in the Morning

Meet me in the morning. Meet me at noon.

Meet me in September, or the middle of June.

Meet me at midnight. Meet me in the hall.

Meet me in the summer. Meet me in the fall.

Meet me in the evening. Meet me at eight.

I'll meet you anytime you want but please don't be late.

Personal Question

Where were you born?

I'd rather not say.

Where are you from?

I'd rather not say.

How tall are you?

How old are you?

How much do you weigh?

I'd rather not say.

How much rent do you pay?

I'd rather not say.

How much do you make?

I'd rather not say.

Why aren't you married?

I'd rather not say.

Why don't you have children?

I'd rather not say.

Where were you last night?

Why weren't you home?

Did you stay out late?

Did you come home alone?

Did you have a good time?

Did you see a good play?

Did you go to a concert?

I'd rather not say.

Do You Know Mary?

Do you know Mary?

Mary who?

Mary McDonald.

Of course I do.

Do you know her little brother?

Yes, of course I do.

I know her brother,

and her mother

and her father too.

Do you know her older sister?

Yes, of course I do.

I know her older sister, Betty

and her younger sister, Sue.

Do you know her Aunt Esther?

Yes, of course I do.

I know her aunts and her uncles

and her cousins too.

Do you know her husband Bobby?

Yes, of course I do.

I know her husband and his brother

and his father too.

Departure

Have a wonderful trip!

Have a wonderful trip!

Don't forget to call me

when you get back.

Have a wonderful trip!

Have a wonderful trip!

Don't forget to call me

when you get back.

Have a wonderful trip!

Don't worry, I will.

Have a wonderful trip!

Don't worry, I will.

Don't forget to call me.

Don't worry, I won't.

Don't forget to call me.

Don't worry, I won't.

Return

Gee, it's good to see you.

You look wonderful!

So do you!

It's been a long time!

It sure has.

It's been a long time!

It sure has.

I missed you terribly.

Me too!

I'm so glad you're back!

So am I.

Panic on Being Late

What time is it? What time is it?

Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!

What time is it? What time is it?

Please hurry up! We're going to be late!

Oh, I don't have time

to talk to you now.

I'm late, I'm late, I'm terribly late.

Hurry up! Hurry up! What time is it?

Hurry up! Hurry up! What time is it?

Hurry up! What time is it?

Hurry up!

Jazz Plays

by Caroline Graham

Chicken-Little

Author: One morning Chicken-Little woke up early and decided to go for a walk.

The sun was shining. It was a beautiful day.

As she was walking under the old oak-tree a small acorn fell and landed right on her head.

Chicken-Little: Hey! Hey! What’s that? What’s that?

I know! I know! The sky is falling in!

Chorus: Run, Chicken! Run, Chicken! Run, Chicken! Run!

Chicken-Little, little! Run, Chicken! Run!

The sky is falling in!

Chicken-Little, run, run!

Chicken-Little, run, run!

Run, Chicken-Little!

The sky is falling in!

Chicken-Little: I must tell the king! I must tell the king!

A piece of the sky fell on my head!

I must tell the king!

Chorus: You must tell the king! You must tell the king!

The sky is falling in! You must tell the king!

Author: Chicken-Little began to walk a little faster down the road towards the king’s castle.

On the way, she met her old friend Henny-Penny.

Henny-Penny: Good morning, Chicken-Little. Where are you going? What’s your hurry?

Chicken-Little, what’s your hurry? Can’t you say hello?

Chicken-Little: I can’t stop now.

I’m going to see the king.

The sky is falling in!

I must tell the king!

Henny-Penny: What did you say? What did you say?

Chicken-Little: The sky is falling in!

Henny-Penny: That’s what I thought you said.

Chorus: Run, Chick, run! The sky is falling in!

Run, Chick, run! You must tell the king!

Henny-Penny: Tell me again. What fell?

Chicken-Little: A piece of the sky.

Henny-Penny: When did it fall?

Chicken-Little: Just a minute ago.

Henny-Penny: A minute ago? Oh, no!

We must tell the king!

Chorus: You must tell the king! You must tell the king!

The sky is falling in! You must tell the king!

Author: So, Chicken-Little and Henny-Penny hurried together down the road towards the king’s castle.

On the way, they met their old friend Cocky-Lucky.

Cocky-Lucky: Hello, Chicken-Little! Hello, Henny-Penny! Where are you going? What’s your hurry?

Slow down, Henny-Penny! What’s your hurry, Chicken-Little?

Chorus: Slow down! Slow down! What’s your hurry, Chicken-Little?

Slow down! Slow down! What’s your hurry, Henny-Penny?

Slow down! Slow down!

Henny-Penny: We can’t slow down. We can’t slow down.

We must tell the king!

Chorus: Tell the king, tell the king!

They must tell the king!

They can’t slow down!

They must tell the king!

Cocky-Lucky: Tell the king what? What’s the matter? What’s wrong?

What are you going to tell the king?

Chorus: What’s the matter? What’s wrong?

What’s the matter? What’s wrong?

What’s wrong? What’s wrong?

What’s the matter? What’s wrong?

Chicken-Little: The sky is falling in! The sky is falling in!

Chorus: Run, Chick, run! The sky is falling in!

Tell the king! Tell the king!

The sky is falling in!

Cocky-Lucky, Henny-Penny, Chicken-Little, run!

The sky is falling in! The sky is falling in!

Cocky-Lucky: Who said that? Who said that?

Henny-Penny, how do you know?

Henny-Penny: Chicken-Little told me so.

Cocky-Lucky: Chicken-Little, how do know?

Chicken-Little: How do I know?

A piece of the sky

fell on my head

just a minute ago.

Cocky-Lucky: Oh, no! What’ll we do?

Oh, my! What’ll we do?

The sky is falling in!

We must tell the king!

Author: And so, Cocky-Lucky joined Chicken-Little and Henny-Penny.

The three of them hurried together down the road towards the king’s castle.

On the way, they met their old friend Ducky-Walky.

Ducky-Walky: Chicken-Little, Henny-Penny, Cocky-Lucky, hi!

Where are going? Where are going?

Chicken-Little, Henny-Penny, Cocky-Lucky, hey!

Can I come too? Can I come too?

Chorus: Chicken-Little, Henny-Penny, Cocky-Lucky, hi!

Chicken-Little, Henny-Penny, Cocky-Lucky, hey!

Chicken-Little, Henny-Penny, Cocky-Lucky, ho!

Can I come too? Can I come too?

Cocky-Lucky: We’re going to see the king.

We have to see the king.

Ducky-Walky: Why do you have to see the king?

Cocky-Lucky: The sky is falling in.

Ducky-Walky: The sky – oh, my!

The sky is falling in?

Cocky-Lucky: That’s right. That’s right.

The sky is falling in.

Ducky-Walky: Cocky-Lucky, how do you know?

Cocky-Lucky: Henny-Penny told me so.

Ducky-Walky: Henny-Penny, how do you know?

Henny-Penny: Chicken-Little told me so.

Ducky-Walky: Chicken-Little, how do know?

Chicken-Little: How do I know?

A piece of the sky

fell on my head

just a minute ago.

Ducky-Walky: Oh, no! What’ll we do?

Oh, my! What’ll we do?

The sky is falling in!

We must tell the king!

Author: And so, Ducky-Walky joined Chicken-Little, Henny-Penny and Cocky-Lucky.

The four of them hurried together down the road towards the king’s castle.

On the way, they met their old friend Goosy-Woosy.

Goosy-Woosy: Chicken-Little, Henny-Penny, Cocky-Lucky, Ducky-Walky, where are you going?

What’s your hurry? Can’t you say hello?

Ducky-Walky: We can’t slow down. We can’t slow down.

We don’t have time to say hello.

We must see the king.

Goosy-Woosy: Why do you want to do that?

Why do you want to do that?

You know that king has more important things to do

than talk to you.

Why do you want to do that?

Why do you want to do that?

Chorus: The king, the king; everyone wants to see the king.

The king has more important things to do

than talk to you.

Talk to you, talk to you; nobody wants to talk to you.

The king has more important things to do

than talk to you.

Ducky-Walky: We have to see the king.

The sky is falling in!

Goosy-Woosy: The sky is falling in?

Ducky-Walky, how do you know?

Ducky-Walky: Cocky-Lucky told me so!

Goosy-Woosy: Cocky-Lucky, how do you know?

Cocky-Lucky: Henny-Penny told me so.

Goosy-Woosy: Henny-Penny, how do you know?

Henny-Penny: Chicken-Little told me so.

Goosy-Woosy: Chicken-Little, how do know?

Chicken-Little: How do I know?

A piece of the sky

fell on my head

just a minute ago.

We must tell the king!

Author: So, Goosy-Woosy joined Chicken-Little, and Henny-Penny, and Cocky-Lucky, and Ducky-

Walky. The five of them hurried together down the road towards the king’s castle.

On the way, they met their old friend Turkey-Lurky.

Turkey-Lurky: Where are you going? What’s your hurry?

Slow down! Slow down!

Goosy-Woosy: We can’t stop now. We must see the king.

Turkey-Lurky: Why do you have to see the king?

Goosy-Woosy: The sky is falling in.

Someone has to tell the king –

The sky is falling in.

Turkey-Lurky: The sky is falling in?

How do you know?

Goosy-Woosy: Chicken-Little told Henny-Penny,

Then Henny-Penny told Cocky-Lucky,

Cocky-Lucky told Ducky-Walky,

And Ducky-Walky told me.

Turkey-Lurky: Is that true?

Then I’ll come, too.

We must tell the king –

The sky is falling in.

We must tell the king!

Author: And down the road they went just as fast as they could go:

Chicken-Little and Henny-Penny,

Cocky-Lucky and Ducky-Walky,

Goosy-Woosy and Turkey-Lurky hurried together towards the king’s castle.

On the way, they met Foxy-Waxy.

Chorus: Watch out of the Fox, he’ll eat you up!

Watch out of the Fox, watch out!

He’ll eat you up, he’ll eat you up!

Watch out of the Fox, watch out!

Author: Foxy-Waxy saw Chicken-Little and her friends hurrying down the road.

He smiled a foxy smile and said to himself

Foxy-Waxy: Aha! What’s this coming down the road?

It looks like a tasty Sunday dinner.

M-m-m-m… I can’t wait. M-m-m-m… I can’t wait.

Author: Then he turned to Chicken-Little and in his most polite and friendly voice said

Foxy-Waxy: Good morning, my dear! Where are you going?

Where are you going this morning?

Chicken-Little: Oh, Mister Fox, haven’t you heard:

The sky is falling in?

We must tell the king!

We must tell the king!

Author: Now, Foxy-Waxy was a clever fellow.

He didn’t believe for a minute that the sky was really falling in.

He took a long look at the sky and then turned to Chicken-Little and said

Foxy-Waxy: Hey, right, here it comes: the sky is falling in!

Follow me, I know the way, I’ll take you to the king.

Author: So, Chicken-Little and Henny-Penny,

Cocky-Lucky and Ducky-Walky,

Goosy-Woosy and Turkey-Lurky –

All followed Foxy-Waxy.

And no one ever saw them again,

And nobody told the king.

Goldylucks and the Three Bears

Author: Once upon a time there were three bears.

Chorus: Three what?

Author: Three bears.

Once upon a time there were three bears.

Chorus: How many bears?

Author: Three bears. One, two… three bears.

One, two… three bears.

First, there was a Mama, Mama-bear

Chorus: M-A-M-A, Mama-bear.

Author: Then there was a Papa, Papa-bear.

Chorus: P-A-P-A, Papa-bear.

Hear comes Mama, here comes Papa,

Here they come, Mama and Papa.

Mama loves Papa, Papa loves Mama,

Mama and Papa love Baby-bear.

Author: Who loves Mama?

Chorus: Papa loves Mama.

Author: Who loves Papa?

Chorus: Mama loves Papa.

Mama loves Papa, Papa loves Mama,

Mama and Papa love Baby-bear.

Author: Where’s Baby-bear? Where’s Baby-bear?

Chorus: Baby-bear, Baby-bear. Where’s Baby-bear?

We want Baby-bear, Baby-bear, Baby-bear.

Where’s Baby-bear, Baby-bear, Baby-bear?

House: Look, look, look over there! Look over there!

It’s Baby-bear.

Author: B – for baby, B – for Baby-bear.

B – for baby, B – for Baby-bear.

B – for baby, B – for Baby-bear.

This chant’s for Baby, this chant’s for bear,

This is chant for Baby-bear.

This chant’s for Baby, this chant’s for bear,

This is chant for Baby-bear.

Once upon a time there were three bears.

Chorus: One – two – three bears.

Author: One morning the three bears were busy getting ready for breakfast.

Papa: I’ll make the porridge!

Mama: I’ll pour the milk!

Baby: I’ll set the table! I’ll set the table!

Chorus: And they did! And they did!

Baby set the table, Mama poured the milk, Papa made the porridge, and they all sat down.

Author: Who set the table?

Chorus: Baby set the table.

Author: Who poured the milk?

Chorus: Mama poured the milk.

Author: Who made the porridge?

Chorus: Papa made the porridge. Papa made the porridge and they all sat down, they all sat down, they all sat down, they all sat down and started to eat.

Baby: Au, Wow, hot – hot – hot!

Mama: Au, Wow, hot – hot – hot!

Papa: Au, Wow, hot – hot – hot!

Author: And they all jumped up and danced around the table, shouting, “Hot, hot, much too hot.”

Chorus: Hot, hot, much too hot. Hot, hot, much too hot. Much too hot, much too hot.

Papa: Let’s go for a walk and let it cool off.

Mama: That’s a good idea! Let’s go.

Author: And the three bears left, one by one, with their breakfast still on the table.

Chorus: Glasses full of milk, porridge in the bowls, spoons in the porridge, paper napkins.

Glasses full of milk, porridge in the bowls, spoons in the porridge, paper napkins.

Spoons, glasses, bowls and napkins.

Spoons, glasses, bowls and napkins.

Glasses full of milk, porridge in the bowls, spoons in the porridge, paper napkins.

Author: As soon as the bears left, the House felt empty and sad.

There was no one there, not even a bear.

Chorus: No one there, not even a bear.

House: This is awful, I feel bad,

I feel lonely, I feel sad.

Empty table, empty chairs,

It’s lonely here without the bears.

Author: Now the House felt so lonely for the bears.

He began to sing a sad little song.

House: This is awful, I feel bad,

I feel lonely, I feel sad.

Empty table, empty chairs,

It’s lonely here without the bears.

Author: Suddenly the house heard a noise.

House: Oh, what’s that? What’s that? Who’s there?

Oh, what’s that? I hope it’s a bear!

Chorus: What’s that? Who’s there?

What’s that? Who’s there?

What’s that? Who’s there?

I hope it’s a bear!

Author: But it wasn’t a bear! It was a little girl, a little girl with golden hair.

Chorus: What’s your name? What’s your name?

Girl: Everybody calls me Goldylucks.

Chorus: What did you say?

Girl: Goldylucks.

Chorus: Goldylucks, Goldylucks. Say it again.

Girl: Goldylucks.

House: What a beautiful name!

Author: Goldylucks was surprised when she saw the bears’ House.

Girl: What a surprise! What a beautiful house!

I wonder if anybody’s home?

Author: First she knocked on the door.

Girl: … …, is anybody home?

… …, is anybody home?

Author: No one answered, so she knocked again

Girl: … …, is anybody home?

House: Come right in! Come in and sit down!

The door is unlocked, come in and sit down!

Author: She picked through the window and knocked at the door.

Nobody answered, so she knocked once more.

Girl: … …, is anybody home?

… …, is anybody home?

House: Come right in! Come in and sit down!

The door is unlocked, come in and sit down!

Author: Goldylucks was afraid to enter an empty house alone, but the voice of the house sounded friendly,

so she opened the door and walked in.

Girl: Look at the table! Set for three! I hope there’s the place just right for me.

Author: First, she sat down in Papa-bear’s chair and tasted his bowl of porridge.

Girl: Oh, no, this is too hot and the chair’s too big, much too big.

Chorus: Too hot, too big, much too hot, much too big.

Author: Then she sat down in Mama-bear’s chair and tasted her bowl of porridge.

Girl: Oh, no, this is too cold and the chair is hard, much too hard.

Chorus: Too cold, too hard, much too cold, much too hard.

Author: Then she sat down in Baby-bear’s chair and tasted his bowl of porridge.

Girl: M- m! This is good, not too hot and not too cold!

M- m! This is good! This is just right!

Chorus: Just right, just right!

Author: So, she sat right there in Baby-bear’s chair.

She ate his porridge and drank his milk.

In fact, she was having a wonderful time

When all of a sudden the chair fell apart

And Goldylucks fell on the floor.

Girl: Oh, dear! What a shame! Such a nice little chair!

Oh, dear! What a shame! I think I’ll take a nap.

Author: She walked into the bedroom and saw Papa-bear’s bed.

Girl: This bed’s too big, much too big!

Chorus: Try another one! Try another one!

Author: Then she saw Mama-bear’s bed.

Girl: This bed’s too hard, much too hard!

Chorus: Try another one! Try another one!

Author: Then she saw Baby-bear’s nice little bed and it looked just right.

Chorus: Just right, just right! Not too big and not too hard. Just right, just right!

Author: The bed was so comfortable that Goldylucks put her head on the pillow, pulled the covers up to

her chin and fell fast asleep. While Goldylucks was asleep, the three bears came home. They were

just getting ready to sit down at the table when Papa-bear shouted

Papa: Hey! What’s this? Someone’s been sitting in my chair! Someone’s been eating my porridge!

Chorus: Eating his porridge! Sitting in his chair!

We saw the girl with golden hair!

Mama: Me! Oh, my! Oh, me! What’s this?

Someone’s been sitting in my chair!

Someone’s been eating my porridge, too!

Chorus: Eating her porridge! Sitting in her chair!

We saw the girl with golden hair!

Baby: Mama! Mama! Papa! Papa! Somebody ate my porridge!

Papa, Mama: Oh, no!

Baby: Look at my chair! Look at my chair!

Somebody broke my chair!

Papa, Mama: Oh, no! What a shame!

I wonder who broke his chair.

Chorus: We know the girl who broke his chair!

We saw the girl with golden hair!

Author: Papa-bear got up from the table and walked into the bedroom.

Mama-bear and Baby-bear followed him.

Papa: Oh no! Oh, no! Someone’s been sleeping in my bed!

Mama: Oh no! Oh, no! Someone’s been sleeping in my bed, too!

Author: Then Baby-bear saw his bed with Goldylucks asleep under the covers. He began to shout

Baby: Mama! Mama! Papa! Papa! Come quickly! Come quickly!

Someone’s been sleeping in my bed!

And here she is! And here she is!

Papa: Look, it’s a girl!

Mama: Where?

Papa: There!

Author: Goldylucks woke up and saw the three bears.

She jumped out of bed, ran out the door

And no one ever saw her again.

Papa: Well, that’s that!

Mama: Yes, that’s that!

Baby: Well we, that’s that!

House: Goldylucks’s gone. What a shame!

Goldylucks! What a beautiful name!

Little Red Riding Hood

Author: This is the story of a girl and a wolf.

Chorus: Good girl, good little girl;

Bad wolf, big, bad wolf;

Good little, good little, good little girl,

Big, bad wolf.

Author: This is the story of a good little girl,

Chorus: Good little, good little, good little girl.

Author: This is the story of the good little girl

Who listened to her mother

Most of the time.

Chorus: Good girl, good little girl,

She listened to her mother

Most of the time.

Author: This is the story of a girl and a wolf.

And they called her Little Red Riding Hood.

Chorus: Little Red, Little Red Riding Hood;

Little Red, Little Red Riding Hood.

How did she ever get a name like that?

Author: Like what?

Chorus: Like Little Red Riding Hood.

How did she ever get a name like that?

Author: She always wore a hood on her head,

A Little Red Riding Hood.

Her Granny made it for her

And she wore it all the time.

Little Red Riding Hood was a good little girl

Most of the time.

Chorus: Good girl, good little girl,

She listened to her mother

Most of the time.

Author: Her mama said, “Go” – she went,

Her mama said, “Stay” – she stayed,

Her mama said, “Sit” – she sat,

Her mama said, “Play” – she played.

Chorus: Her mama said, “Go” – she went,

Her mama said, “Stay” – she stayed,

Her mama said, “Sit” – she sat,

Her mama said, “Play” – she played.

Author: Little Red Riding Hood was a good little girl

Most of the time.

Chorus: Was she good?

Author: Yes, she was.

Chorus: Was she very good?

Author: Yes, she was.

Chorus: Did she listen to her mother?

Author: Yes, she did.

Chorus: All of the time?

Author: Most of the time.

Little Red Riding Hood was a good little girl

Most of the time.

One morning Little Red Riding Hood was sleeping.

She woke up when she heard her mother’s voice.

Mother: Wake up, wake up, it’s time to get up.

Little Red Riding Hood: M-m- m, something smells like peanut butter,

Something smells like chocolate –

Chocolate peanut butter cookies,

Chocolate peanut butter cookies!

Mother: Please, sit down,

Eat your breakfast.

These cookies are for Granny.

She’s home alone

And sick in bed.

Please, visit her this morning.

Chorus: For Granny – what a shame,

Home alone and sick in bed,

For Granny – what a shame,

Home alone and sick in bed.

Little Red Riding Hood: For Granny. All alone –

Of course, I’ll go to see her.

Mother: Now, Little Red Riding Hood, please, sit down

And listen to me carefully.

Little Red Riding Hood: Yes, mama, I‘m listening.

Mother: Go straight to Granny’s house.

Little Red Riding Hood: Yes, mama, I will.

Mama: Don’t stop along the way.

Little Red Riding Hood: No, mama, I won’t.

Mother: Don’t talk to strangers.

Little Red Riding Hood: No, mama, I won’t.

Mother: Be very careful.

Little Red Riding Hood: Oh, mama, I will.

Author: So, Little Red Riding Hood kissed her mother good-bye.

She took the basket of cookies

And walked along the path in the woods to Granny’s house.

She was keeping along happily

When suddenly a big wolf came out of the woods.

Chorus: Watch out of the wolf, watch out, watch out!

Watch out of the wolf, watch out!

The wolf is big, the wolf is bad,

Watch out of the wolf, watch out!

Author: But Little Red Riding Hood forgot everything her mother said about not talking to strangers.

When the wolf spoke to her, she spoke right back.

Wolf: Good morning, my dear. How are you this morning?

Little Red Riding Hood: I’m fine, thank you. How are you?

Wolf: Just fine, my dear. What’s your name?

Chorus: Don’t tell, don’t tell: mama told you not to tell!

Mama told you not to tell and not to talk to strangers.

Little Red Riding Hood: My name is Little Red Riding Hood.

Wolf: I’m very happy to meet you.

I’ve heard so many nice things about you.

Little Red Riding Hood: You have?

Wolf: Oh, yes. Everyone says you’re a good little girl.

Little Red Riding Hood: They do? Thank you very much. You’re very kind.

Wolf: What’s that smell?

Chorus: Don’t tell, don’t tell!

Wolf: What’s that smell? What’s that smell? Do I smell cookies?

Little Red Riding Hood: Yes, you do – chocolate peanut butter cookies,

Mama made them for Granny.

She’s home alone and sick in bed.

I’m on my way to see her.

Chorus: Home alone and sick in bed,

Mama told you not to tell.

Wolf: What a nice little girl.

Where does Granny live?

Is it far from here?

Chorus: Don’t tell, don’t tell: mama told you not to tell!

Little Red Riding Hood: Granny lives in a little pink house,

The little pink house at the end of this path.

Wolf: I know the house. I have an idea – look over here.

Look at the flowers. Why don’t you pick them for Granny?

Stop for a while, stop for a while. Pick some flowers for your Granny.

Little Red Riding Hood: What a good idea!

Chorus: Don’t stop; don’t stop, mama told you not to stop,

Mama told you not to stop and not to talk to strangers.

Author: Little Red Riding Hood thought the wolf’s idea was just fine.

She stopped and picked the flowers while the wolf ran as fast as he could to Granny’s house.

He knocked three times on the little front door. (---)

Granny: Yes? Who’s there?

Wolf: It’s me, your Little Red Riding Hood with a basket of cookies from mama.

Granny: Come in, my dear, come in.

Come in and see your Granny.

Author: So, the big bad wolf opened the door, found old Granny sick in bed and gobbled her up in one big

bite. Then he went to the closet and put on some of Granny’s clothes. The big bad wolf climbed

into bed to wait for Little Red Riding Hood. He pulled the covers up around his chin, and sat, and

waited, and sat, and waited.

Wolf: Where is that girl? What’s the matter with her?

Author: He didn’t have to wait very long. In a few moments he heard Little Red Riding Hood knock at the door. (---)

Little Red Riding Hood: Yoo-hoo, Granny, it’s me. It’s me, Little Red Riding Hood.

Wolf: Come in, my dear, come in.

Come in and see your Granny.

Little Red Riding Hood: Where are you, Granny?

Wolf: I’m here, in bed.

Come in, my dear. Come in and let me see you.

Chorus: Oh, no! Don’t go! ‘tis not Granny, don’t go!

Author: Little Red Riding Hood walked into the bedroom with her arms full of cookies and flowers.

She stopped when she saw the wolf in bed.

Wolf: Come here, my dear.

Chorus: Look at those ears!

Wolf: Here, near your Granny.

Little Red Riding Hood: Oh, Granny, what big ears you have!

Wolf: The better to hear you with.

Come here, my dear!

Chorus: Look at those eyes!

Wolf: Here, near your Granny.

Little Red Riding Hood: Oh, Granny, what big eyes you have!

Wolf: The better to see you with.

Come here, my dear!

Chorus: Look at those teeth!

Wolf: Here, near your Granny.

Little Red Riding Hood: Oh, Granny, what big teeth you have!

Wolf: The better to eat you with!

Author: And just as he spoke, the wolf jumped up and gobbled Little Red Riding Hood up in one big bite.

Chorus: Oh, no! Oh, no! We told you so! We told you so!

Author: Now, the wolf was full. So, he climbed back into Granny’s bed and fell fast asleep.

Then he began to snore. He snored louder and louder.

A friendly hunter walking by the house heard the noise and stopped.

Hunter: What’s that sound?

It’s very loud.

I’ll stop and see

If Granny’s OK.

Author: The hunter knocked (---) but no one answered.

He opened the door and went in.

He heard someone snoring in Granny’s bedroom,

So, he peeped into the bedroom

And saw the big bad wolf in Granny’s bed.

Hunter: Look at that wolf in Granny’s bed!

I think he gobbled her up.

Author: The hunter cut a hole in the wolf’s stomach.

To his great surprise out popped Little Red Riding Hood.

The wolf didn’t even wake up. He just thought he was having a very bad dream.

Hunter: Good heavens! Who are you?

Little Red Riding Hood: I’m Little Red Riding Hood.

Hunter: But where’s your Granny?

Granny: Here I am.

Author: And out climbed Granny, tired but happy.

Little Red Riding Hood, Granny: Oh, my! What a day!

Little Red Riding Hood: Quick! Quick!

Let’s put some stones inside the wolf.

They will make him heavy, so he can’t get up.

Hunter: Good idea!

Granny: Great idea!

Author: And they filled the wolf’s stomach with heavy stones. He was dreaming a dream about girls and

grannies and when he woke up, he had such a terrible stomachache! He fell right down and died.

Little Red Riding Hood: Is he dead?

Hunter: Oh, yes. Yes, he is. He’s dead

Granny :Are you sure?

Hunter: Oh, yes. Yes, I am. He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead. The wolf is dead.

The big bad wolf is dead. Hurrah!

Chorus: He’s dead! He’s dead! The wolf is dead! The big bad wolf is dead! Hurrah!

Author: And this is the end of the story of the girl

Who listened to her mother

Most of the time.

Chorus: Good girl, good little girl

She listened to her mother

Most of the time.

The Three Billy-Goats Craft

Author: This is the story of the billy-goats Craft.

Chorus: Three billy-goats, billy-goats Craft

One – two – three billy-goats,

Three billy-goats, billy-goats Craft

Author: Now, the oldest billy-goat Craft was Bill,

Chorus: Big Bill, billy-goat Craft,

Rough and tough billy-goat Craft,

Rough and tough billy-goat Craft

Bill: Rough and tough and ready to go

I’m a billy-goat Craft from Attito

Chorus: Rough and tough and ready to go

He’s a billy-goat Craft from Attito

Author: Big Bill’s brother was a goat named Will.

Chorus: Bill’s brother, Big Bill’s brother,

Big Bill’s brother was a goat named Will.

Will: My name is Will,

I’m a billy-goat Craft.

My brother Bill is very tough,

I’m not as big or smart as Bill,

I’m just a goat, you can call me Will.

Author: Bill and Will had a little baby-brother,

They called him Little Billy.

Little Billy: They call me little billy-goat Craft,

I’m not very big, I’m not very tough,

I’m not very old, I’m not very rough.

But hey, I’m a billy-goat Craft!

The three goats: Hey, he’s a billy-goat Craft!

We’re rough, tough billy-goats Craft,

Rough and tough billy-goats Craft.

Author: One day, the three billy-goats Craft decided to visit their favourite hill and look for something to eat.

Little Billy: I’m going to look for butterflies; I’m going to look for daisies.

Will: I’m going to look for green grass,

Fresh, sweet green grass,

I’m going to look for green grass,

He’s going to look for daisies.

Chorus: Fresh, sweet green grass,

Will’s going to look for green grass,

Billy’s going to look for butterflies,

Billy’s going to look for daisies.

Author: Big Bill didn’t care what he ate as long as there was plenty of it.

Bill: I’ll eat anything, anything at all:

Tin cans, pancakes, carrot-tops, milk shakes;

I’ll eat anything, anything at all:

Peanut butter, butterflies, ice-cream, golf balls;

I’ll eat anything, anything at all:

Dandelions, daisies, green grass, green cheese:

I’ll eat anything, anything at all.

Chorus: Tin cans?

Bill: Anything.

Chorus: Pancakes?

Bill: Anything.

Chorus: Carrot-tops?

Bill: Anything, anything at all.

Chorus: Milk shakes?

Bill: Anything.

Chorus: Peanut butter?

Bill: Anything.

Chorus: Butterflies?

Bill: Anything, anything at all.

Chorus: Ice-cream? Golf balls?

Bill: Anything, anything.

Chorus: Dandelions? Daisies?

Bill: Anything, anything.

Chorus: Green grass? Green cheese?

Bill: I’ll eat anything; I’ll eat anything, anything at all.

Author: And so, the three billy-goats Craft began to walk to their favourite hill.

On their way, they had to cross a bridge of the river but a terrible troll lived under the bridge.

Chorus: Ba-a-a, ba-a-a, watch out for the troll, watch out, watch out!

He’ll eat you up if you don’t watch out.

Watch out for the troll, watch out, watch out!

Watch out for the troll, watch out!

The troll eats goats, watch out!

He’ll eat you up if you don’t watch out.

Watch out for the troll, watch out!

Author: Little Billy got to the bridge first.

He heard the lambs telling him to watch out for the troll.

But he wasn’t afraid, he was thinking of the butterflies and daisies on the hill.

He hopped and skipped onto the bridge.

His tiny little feet were pit-pat, pit-pat, pitter-patter, pit-pat.

Chorus: Pitter-patter, pit-pat; pitter-patter, pit-pat,

Pitter-pitter, patter-patter, pitter-pat-pat

Author: Suddenly, little Billy heard the angry voice of the terrible troll:

Troll: Who’s there? What’s that?

What’s that pit-pat?

Who’s pitty-pitty-patting over my bridge?

Chorus: Watch out, little Billy – he’ll eat you up!

Watch out, little Billy, watch out!

Little Billy: Watch out for what?

Chorus: For the troll!

Little Billy: For the what?

Chorus: The troll! The troll!

Little Billy: The troll? What’s a troll?

Troll: I’ll show him what a troll is! Yee-a-a-a-a-u-u-u-u-o-o-o-o!

I like to fight and bite,

I like to kick and slap,

I like to pinch and punch,

I like to push and shock,

I like to knock it down and rag it all-round,

And do it all over again

Little Billy: Wow!

Chorus: He likes to fight and bite,

He likes to kick and slap,

He likes to pinch and punch,

He likes to push and shock,

He likes to knock it down and rag it all-round,

And do all it all over again.

Troll: That’s right. Hey, little goat, what’s your name?

Little Billy: Everybody calls me Billy.

Troll: Billy – what a silly name! I’ll eat you up, silly Billy, silly Billy.

Little Billy: Please, Mister Troll, don’t eat me:

I’m not fat as you can see.

If you really want to thrill,

You are to meet my brother Will.

Troll: Your brother Will, is he bigger than you?

Little Billy: Much bigger and fatter, too.

Troll: Well, all right, I’ll let you go.

Author: So,

Little Billy hurried off the bridge.

Soon his brother Will came. Will wasn’t really big or fat,

But he was bigger and fatter than Little Billy.

He made a lot of noise as he walked on the bridge.

Chorus: Radder-tad-tad, rooder-tude-tude,

Radder-tad, radder-tad, rooder-tude-tude.

Troll: Hey, who’s there? Who’s there? What’s that?

What’s that radder-tad-tad-tad-tad?

It sounds like a nice big billy-goat Craft.

I hope it’s big enough to eat.

Hey, who’s there? Who’s there? What’s that?

Stop that radder-tad-tad-tad-tad?

Will: I’m brother Will on my way to the hill.

Chorus: Be careful, Will, watch out, watch out –

The troll will eat you up.

The troll eats goats – watch out!

Will: The troll? Where?

Chorus: There.

Will: Where?

Troll: Right here. I’m right here.

I’ve got you where I want you now,

I think I’ll eat you up!

Will: Eat me up, oh, no! Not that, not me, not now, not here, not that!

You must be confused: my name is Will.

The one you want is brother Bill.

Troll: Another brother? Another goat?

How many brothers are there?

Will: There’re three of us, but two are small.

Big, fat Bill is the best of all.

Troll: Big? Fat? Did you say “fat”?

Will: That’s what I said – fat as a pig.

Troll: What – a goat as fat as a pig?

Will: That’s right, you’ll see. Don’t look at me!

You’ll see how big a goat can be!

Author: And so, Will hurried across just as his brother Bill came marching onto the bridge.

Clump-clump-clump, barbardy- bump-bump.

Chorus: Here comes Bill. Clump-clump-clump.

Here comes Bill. Barbardy- bump-bump.

Troll: Hey, who’s there? Who’s there? What’s that?

Stop that clump-clump- barbardy- bump-bump.

Who’s that clubardy-clumping over my bridge?

Bill: Your bridge? Who are you?

Troll: I’m the troll!

I like to fight and bite,

I like to kick and slap,

I like to pinch and punch,

I like to push and shock,

I like to…

Bill: You’re tall for a troll.

Troll: What?

Bill: I said you’re tall for a troll.

I thought trolls were small.

Troll: Some trolls are small,

Some are tall.

I am tall.

Chorus: Some are tall, some are small,

Some are really trolls at all.

Bill: A tall troll?

Troll: That’s right. You’re smart for a goat.

Bill: What did you say?

Troll: I said you’re smart for a goat!

I thought goats were stupid.

Bill: Some are stupid, some are smart.

Troll: Why don’t you climb? Appear on the bridge: we’ll see who’re smarter, trolls or goats.

Goats are stupid, trolls are smart,

Smarter than goats, smarter than goats.

Author: The troll climbed up onto the bridge with Big Bill and looked him right in the eye.

Troll: Goats are stupid, trolls are smart,

Trolls are smarter than goats, so there.

Bill: Come a little closer to the edge of the bridge.

I can’t hear you. I can’t hear you.

Author: The troll stepped closer and closer to the edge and repeated his words in a loud voice

Troll: Trolls are smarter than goats.

Bill: What?

Troll: Trolls are smarter than goats.

Author: But just as he said the word “goats”, Big Bill gave him a great big shove.

The troll fell into the deep dark water.

He sank like a stone to the bottom of the river and no one ever saw him again.

Chorus: Down, down, down, down,

Down to the bottom he sank like a stone,

Down to the bottom, down to the bottom

And no one ever saw him again.

Author: And that was the end of the terrible troll

And the story of the billy-goats Craft.