Here is a fun finger play and another “ditty” that will help children to remember how to spell Halloween (we did this one when I was in school!).
Three Little Witches One little, Two little, Three little witches (hold fingers up to represent numbers) Flying over haystacks (make flying arms) Jumping over ditches (jump) Sliding down the moon (make arm motion like a big wave) without any hitches, All on Halloween night! (spin around and clap at end)
Falling, Falling Every season has a reason for you to fall in love, But mine you see is full of leaves that fall from up above. They are red and orange and even brown, They come flowing down and dance on the ground. I make a pile and jump right in, If seasons were a contest Fall would win.
When Frankenstein was just a kid, he ate his greens. It's true. He did! He ate his spinach, salads, peas, asparagus, and foods like these, and with each leaf and lima bean his skin became a bit more green.
On chives and chard he loved to chew, and Brussels sprouts and peppers too, until he ate that fateful bean that turned his skin completely green. He turned all green, and stayed that way he now he frightens folks away.
Poor Frankenstein, his tale is sad, but things need not have been so bad. It's fair to say, if only he had eaten much less celery, avoided cabbage, ate no kale, why, then, we'd have a different tale.
So, mom and dad, I'm here to say please take these vegetables away or my fate could be just as grim. Yes, I could end up green like him. So, mom and dad, before we dine, please give a thought to Frankenstein.
I shan't tell you what's his name: When we want to play a game, Always thinks that he'll be hurt, Soil his jacket in the dirt, Tear his trousers, spoil his hat,-- Fraidie-Cat! Fraidie-Cat!
Nothing of the boy in him! "Dasn't" try to learn to swim; Says a cow'll hook; if she Looks at him he'll climb a tree; "Scart" to death at bee or bat,-- Fraidie-Cat! Fraidie-Cat!
I shan't tell you what's his name: When we want to play a game, Always thinks that he'll be hurt, Soil his jacket in the dirt, Tear his trousers, spoil his hat,-- Fraidie-Cat! Fraidie-Cat!
Nothing of the boy in him! "Dasn't" try to learn to swim; Says a cow'll hook; if she Looks at him he'll climb a tree; "Scart" to death at bee or bat,-- Fraidie-Cat! Fraidie-Cat!
Claims there're ghosts all snowy white Wandering around at night In the attic; wouldn't go There for anything, I know; B'lieve he'd run if you said "Scat!" Fraidie-Cat! Fraidie-Cat!
Five little pumpkins sitting on a gate, The first one said, "Oh my, it's getting late." The second one said, "But we don't care." The third one said, "I see witches in the air." The fourth one said, "Let's run, and run, and run." The fifth one said, "Get ready for some fun." Then whoosh went the wind, and out went the lights, And five little pumpkins rolled out of sight!
The Hag is astride, This night for to ride; The Devill and shee together: Through thick, and through thin, Now out, and then in, Though ne’r so foule be the weather.
A Thorn or a Burr She takes for a Spurre: With a lash of a Bramble she rides now, Through Brakes and through Bryars, O’re Ditches, and Mires, She followes the Spirit that guides now.
No Beast, for his food, Dares now range the wood; But husht in his laire he lies lurking: While mischiefs, by these, On Land and on Seas, At noone of Night are working,
The storme will arise, And trouble the skies; This night, and more for the wonder, The ghost from the Tomb Affrighted shall come, Cal’d out by the clap of the Thunder.
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Jennifer Stevens
October Poem
Due: Nov. 2
Here is a fun finger play and another “ditty” that will help children to remember how to spell Halloween (we did this one when I was in school!).
Three Little Witches
One little, Two little, Three little witches (hold fingers up to represent numbers)
Flying over haystacks (make flying arms)
Jumping over ditches (jump)
Sliding down the moon (make arm motion like a big wave) without any hitches,
All on Halloween night! (spin around and clap at end)
Halloween
“H” “A” double “L” “O”
“W” double “E” “N” spells Halloween!
Halloween:
Falling, Falling
Every season has a reason for you to fall in love,
But mine you see is full of leaves that fall from up above.
They are red and orange and even brown,
They come flowing down and dance on the ground.
I make a pile and jump right in,
If seasons were a contest Fall would win.
October Poem
When Frankenstein Was Just a Kid
When Frankenstein was just a kid,
he ate his greens. It's true. He did!
He ate his spinach, salads, peas,
asparagus, and foods like these,
and with each leaf and lima bean
his skin became a bit more green.
On chives and chard he loved to chew,
and Brussels sprouts and peppers too,
until he ate that fateful bean
that turned his skin completely green.
He turned all green, and stayed that way
he now he frightens folks away.
Poor Frankenstein, his tale is sad,
but things need not have been so bad.
It's fair to say, if only he
had eaten much less celery,
avoided cabbage, ate no kale,
why, then, we'd have a different tale.
So, mom and dad, I'm here to say
please take these vegetables away
or my fate could be just as grim.
Yes, I could end up green like him.
So, mom and dad, before we dine,
please give a thought to Frankenstein.
--Kenn Nesbitt
Fraidie Cat
By Clinton Scollard
I shan't tell you what's his name:
When we want to play a game,
Always thinks that he'll be hurt,
Soil his jacket in the dirt,
Tear his trousers, spoil his hat,--
Fraidie-Cat! Fraidie-Cat!
Nothing of the boy in him!
"Dasn't" try to learn to swim;
Says a cow'll hook; if she
Looks at him he'll climb a tree;
"Scart" to death at bee or bat,--
Fraidie-Cat! Fraidie-Cat!
October Time
October time is pumpkin time,
The nicest time of the year.
When all the pumpkins light their eyes (encircle eyes)
And grin from ear to ear. (big grin)
Because they know at Halloween
They'll have lots of fun,
Peeking through the windowpanes
(put hands over eyes and look)
Watching children run!
Author unknown
www.kidnkaboodle.net
IT'S HALLOWEEN
It's Halloween! It's Halloween!
The moon is full and bright
And we shall see what can't be seen
On any other night.
Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls,
Grinning goblins fighting duels,
Werewolves rising from their tombs,
Witches on their magic brooms.
In masks and gowns
we haunt the street
And knock on doors
for trick or treat.
Tonight we are
the king and queen,
For oh tonight
it's Halloween!
~Jack Prelutsky~
Jacques said
October Poem
IT'S HALLOWEEN
It's Halloween! It's Halloween!
The moon is full and bright
And we shall see what can't be seen
On any other night.
Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls,
Grinning goblins fighting duels,
Werewolves rising from their tombs,
Witches on their magic brooms.
In masks and gowns
we haunt the street
And knock on doors
for trick or treat.
Tonight we are
the king and queen,
For oh tonight
it's Halloween!
~Jack Prelutsky~
MONSTER STEW
If you are getting tired
Of plain old witches' brew,
Next time you have a party
Try gourmet monster stew.
Put on an old black apron
Borrowed from a witch;
Then scoop in murky water
From a brackish ditch.
Pond slime is the next thing,
A bucketful or two;
But if you don't have pond slime,
Some moldy soup will do.
Now measure in an owl-hoot,
Two grumbles and a groan.
To make it really tasty,
Add an eerie moan.
Now if your guest are monsters,
You cackle while they eat.
They'll say your stew is gruesome,
A most delightful treat!
Judith Kinter
Fraidie Cat
by Clinton Scollard
I shan't tell you what's his name:
When we want to play a game,
Always thinks that he'll be hurt,
Soil his jacket in the dirt,
Tear his trousers, spoil his hat,--
Fraidie-Cat! Fraidie-Cat!
Nothing of the boy in him!
"Dasn't" try to learn to swim;
Says a cow'll hook; if she
Looks at him he'll climb a tree;
"Scart" to death at bee or bat,--
Fraidie-Cat! Fraidie-Cat!
Claims there're ghosts all snowy white
Wandering around at night
In the attic; wouldn't go
There for anything, I know;
B'lieve he'd run if you said "Scat!"
Fraidie-Cat! Fraidie-Cat!
Haunted House
by Jack Prelutsky
There's a house upon the hilltop
We will not go inside
For that is where the witches live,
Where ghosts and goblins hide.
Tonight they have their party,
All the lights are burning bright,
But oh we will not go inside
The haunted house tonight.
The demons there are whirling
And the spirits swirl about.
They sing their songs to Halloween.
"Come join the fun," they shout.
But we do not want to go there
So we run with all our might
And oh we will not go inside
The haunted house tonight.
Alison Miller
Five Little Pumpkin Sitting On A Gate
Five little pumpkins sitting on a gate,
The first one said,
"Oh my, it's getting late."
The second one said,
"But we don't care."
The third one said,
"I see witches in the air."
The fourth one said,
"Let's run, and run, and run."
The fifth one said,
"Get ready for some fun."
Then whoosh went the wind,
and out went the lights,
And five little pumpkins rolled out of sight!
Being Someone Else
By
Sandra Liatsos
When can I be someone else
Instead of only me?
I’d like to be an astronaut
Or a chimpanzee.
I’d like to be a racing car,
A monster, or a queen.
I guess I’ll have to wait
Until it’s time for Halloween
Hallowe'en Sounds
This is the way the witches fly, witches fly, witches fly,
This is the way the witches fly,
Swish, swish, swish.
This is the way the ghosts go by, ghosts go by, ghosts go by,
This is the way the ghosts go by,
Oooh, oooh , oooh.
This is the way the black cats howl, black cats howl, black cats howl,
This is the way the black cats howl,
Meow! Meow! Meow!
This is the way the pumpkins laugh, pumpkins laugh, pumpkins laugh,
This is the way the pumpkins laugh,
Hee! Hee! Hee!
This the way the night owls cry, night owls cry, night owls cry,
This is the way the night owls cry,
Hoo, hoo, hoo.
Author Unknown
A Ghost Story
by Winifred Sackville Stoner, Jr.
On a dreadful stormy night
My dear Tommy had a fight
With great Peter Snookum Snee,
Cat of fighting pedigree.
In this battle, sad to tell,
My poor Tom, alas, he fell,
Ending thus his earthly life
Through the wicked God of Strife
On the next night while in bed,
Sleepless and with aching head,
For my Tom, my precious pet,
My poor eyes with tears were wet.
Suddenly his voice I heard,
And in ghostly whispers purred,
"I am coming, mistress, dear,
Yes, 'tis true I'm very near.
"Good cat heaven have I left,
I would comfort you, bereft
For your precious Tommy pet,
I would teach you not to fret.
"Do you hear me in the hall
With my ghostly soft footfall?
Up the stairs I bound to thee,
Jumping steps from one to three.
"Now my paw is on your door,
I turn the knob one-two-three-four,
And you may see your Tommy now--
Me-ow! Me-ow! Me-ow! ow! ow!"
Halloween!! My favorite holiday!
The Hag
Robert Herrick (1648)
The Hag is astride,
This night for to ride;
The Devill and shee together:
Through thick, and through thin,
Now out, and then in,
Though ne’r so foule be the weather.
A Thorn or a Burr
She takes for a Spurre:
With a lash of a Bramble she rides now,
Through Brakes and through Bryars,
O’re Ditches, and Mires,
She followes the Spirit that guides now.
No Beast, for his food,
Dares now range the wood;
But husht in his laire he lies lurking:
While mischiefs, by these,
On Land and on Seas,
At noone of Night are working,
The storme will arise,
And trouble the skies;
This night, and more for the wonder,
The ghost from the Tomb
Affrighted shall come,
Cal’d out by the clap of the Thunder.
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