Falling Leaves
Little leaves fall gently down,
Red and yellow, orange and brown.
Whirling, whirling round and round.

Quietly without a sound,
Falling softly to the ground.
Down and down, down and down.
November
It's November.
Let's give thanks.
Let's give thanks.
Pilgrims set the table.
Pilgrims set the table.
Indians brought food.
Indians brought food.

Thanksgiving
The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest is all 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!

Harvest Time
(tune: twinkle, twinkle)
Harvest time is here again
In the garden we must dig
Carrots, radishes, onions too
All so fresh and yummy too.
Harvest time is here again
Won't be long till you know when!! (Thanksgiving)



Six Little Turkeys
Tune: "Six Little Ducks"
Six little turkeys that I once knew
Fat ones, skinny ones
There were two.
But the one little turkey with the
Funny red wattle.
He led the others with his
Gobble, gobble, gobble.
He led the other with his
Gobble, gobble, gobble.

Over the rocks and through the trees,
Turkeys wobbling in the breeze,
But the one little turkey with the
Funny red wattle,
He led the others with his
Gobble, gobble, gobble.



The Turkey
The turkey is a funny bird
It's head goes bobble~ bobble,
And all he knows is just one word ...
Gobble~ gobble!

Thanksgiving Time
When all the leaves are off the boughs,
And nuts and apples gathered in,
And cornstalks waiting for the cows,
And pumpkins safe in barn and bin,
Then Mother says, "My children dear,
The fields are brown, and autumn flies;
Thanksgiving Day is very near,
And we must make thanksgiving pies!

Thank You
Thank you, thank you
Let's all sing.
Thank you, thank you
For everything.
Thanks for the flowers,
Thanks for the trees,
Thanks for the sun
That shines on me.
Thank you, thank you
Let's all sing.
Thank you, thank you
For everything.
Jean Malloch

The Pilgrim Children
The Pilgrim children,
Long ago,
Learned to live
With dark and snow.
They lived in cabins,
Slept in cold
When nights were long
And winds blew cold.
But all of them
Were glad, I'd say,
To have that first
Thanksgiving Day.
And when they went
To bed that night
I'd guess their dreams
Were warm and bright.

~Leland B. Jacobs






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