FALL FLUENCY POEMS & SONGS

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Autumn Wind When autumn wind goes running It does some magic things. It gives the shadows dancing shoes, It gives the bright leaves wings When autumn wind goes running. It curls the bonfire's tail of smoke And shares a little whispered joke With cornstalks who delight to prattle, It turns a seed pod into a rattle When autumn wind goes running.

The Leaves of the Trees (to the tune of "The Wheels on the Bus") The leaves of the trees turn orange and red orange and red, orange and red The leaves of the trees turn orange and red All through the town. The leaves of the trees come tumbling down tumbling down, tumbling down The leaves of the trees come tumbling down All through the town. The leaves on the ground go swish, swish, swish Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, The leaves on the ground go swish, swish, swish All through the town. by Irmgard Guertges

The Leaves are Falling Down (to the tune of "The Farmer in the Dell)

The leaves are falling down The leaves are falling down School is here and fall in near The leaves are falling down. The leaves are falling down The leaves are falling down Some are red and some are brown The leaves are falling down. The leaves are falling down The leaves are falling down They tickle your nose and touch your toes The leaves are falling down. June Haggard

Autumn Bird Song Over the housetops, Over the trees, Winging their way In a stiff fall breeze. A flock of birds Is flying along Southward, for winter, Singing a song. Singing a song They all like to sing, "We'll see you again When it's spring, spring, spring."

Apple (Tune: "BINGO")

I know a fruit that grows on trees, An apple is its name, oh! A-P-P-L-E A-P-P-L-E A-P-P-L-E An apple is its name, oh! In summer and in early fall It's time to pick an apple! A-P-P-L-E A-P-P-L-E A-P-P-L-E It may be sweet or may be tart, It's red, or green, or yellow! A-P-P-L-E A-P-P-L-E A-P-P-L-E A McIntosh or Granny Smith, A Winesap or Delicious! A-P-P-L-E A-P-P-L-E A-P-P-L-E Make applesauce or apple juice Or apple pie with apples! A-P-P-L-E A-P-P-L-E A-P-P-L-E

Autumn-time is Coming (sung to the tune of Frere Jacques)

Red leaves falling Red leaves falling On the ground On the ground Autumn-time is coming Autumn-time is coming All around All around Orange leaves falling Orange leaves falling On the ground On the ground Autumn-time is coming Autumn-time is coming All around All around Brown leaves scattered Brown leaves scattered On the ground On the ground Autumn-time is now here Autumn-time is now here All around All around

Leaves by Elsie N. Brady

How silently they tumble down And come to rest upon the ground To lay a carpet, rich and rare, Beneath the trees without a care, Content to sleep, their work well done, Colors gleaming in the sun. At other times, they wildly fly Until they nearly reach the sky. Twisting, turning through the air Till all the trees stand stark and bare. Exhausted, drop to earth below To wait, like children, for the snow.

A Johnny Appleseed Song (sung to Do you Know the Muffin Man)

Do you know the apple man, the apple man, the apple man? Do you know the apple man? He planted apple seeds. He wore a pot upon upon his head, upon He wore a pot upon His name was Johnny

his head, his head. his head. Appleseed.

John Chapman was his real name, his real name, his real name. John Chapman was his real name; But, we call him Johnny Appleseed.

Picking Apples (the tune of Frere Jacques)

Picking apples, picking apples, 'Til we're done, 'til we're done, Picking all the apples, Picking all the apples, 'Til we're done, 'til we're done. Climb a ladder, climb a ladder, In a tree, in a tree Hello, everybody; Hello, everybody, Look at me, look at me. Making applesauce, making applesauce Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish Pouring the applesauce, Pouring the applesauce In a dish, in a dish. Eating applesauce, eating applesauce, Yum, yum, yum; yum, yum, yum. Eating all the applesauce, Eating all the applesauce. Now we're done, now we're done.

My Good Old Backpack My backpack has a rip in it, But I don't really care. It hops with me, it jumps with me, It goes 'most everywhere. Sometimes it's filled with school stuff, or balls, or special junk, Sometimes my lunch bag opens up and then it's full of gunk. I tie on charms and key chains so it jingles and it chimes. Without my good old backpack, I'd have an awful time. -Betsy Franco

Whisky Frisky

Whisky Frisky, Hippity-hop; Up he goes To the treetop! Whirly twirly, Round and round; Down he scampers To the ground. Furly, curly, What a tail! Tall as a feather, Broad as a sail! Where’s his supper? In the shell. Snap, cracky, Out it fell.