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Singing Assemblies
Harvest Hymn 2
Losers Like Me
Sneak a Peek
This Little Light of Mine
The Cleaner Shrimp
The Court of King Caractacus
There’s a Hole in my Bucket
Waving Not Drowning
When I Needed a Neighbour
Give Me Oil in my Lamp
Hineh Ma Tov
Seek ye First
Snow Days
Circus Scape!
Dem Bones
What a wonderful sort of mummy
Shark with a Heart
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Waving not drowning - 1
Welcome to my ocean floor, I’m glad that you’re aroundGrab yourself a rock to cling to – that’s where I am foundDon’t be caught out by my looks: I know I’m cute as pieBut I am a predator: come in and you will die
My little tentacles they tempt you to come inBut then my nematocysts give you a big stingYou’ll end up paralysed so won’t begin to fightAgainst my central mouth that kills you with a bite
Waving not drowning – I’m a sea anemomeWaving not drowning – I’m the flower of the seaWaving not drowning – come and give me a high fiveWaving not drowning – chances are you won’t survive
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Waving not drowning - 2
That little clown fish he’s a good buddy of mineI let him live in me – he tickles all the timeIt’s not me being kind – you see we have a dealHe gives me scraps of food so won’t become a meal
Waving not drowning – I’m a sea anemomeWaving not drowning – I’m the flower of the seaWaving not drowning – come and give me a high fiveWaving not drowning – chances are you won’t surviverepeat
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The Cleaner Shrimp - 1
The ocean is a lovely place with water deep and blueThe problem is that other creatures want to stick to youThey find themselves a bit of skin and set up home for freeAnd if you’ve had enough of them you’d better talk to me
There’s nowhere you can go and have a proper wash and dryThere’s nowhere you can have a bath no matter how you trySo why not find a cleaning station – come and swim right inAnd I will tackle every bit from mouth to caudal fin
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The Cleaner Shrimp - 2
So if you’re sad if you’re sadAnd feeling blue feeling blueThose parasites parasitesHave got to you got to youOpen your mouth open mouthAnd swim to me swim to meFor the best clean the best cleanIn all the sea all the seaThere is no charge is no chargeIt’s all for free all for freeJust promise that promise thatYou won’t eat me won’t eat meI shall not fail shall not failI shall not skimp shall not skimpSing your praises to the cleaner shrimp
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Court of King Caractacus
Now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus are just passing by….
Now the noses…
Now the boys who put the powder on…
Now the fascinating witches who put the scintillating stitches in the breeches…
Now if you want to take some pictures…
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Hole in my bucket
There’s a hole in my bucket, dear Lisa…Well fix it, dear Henry…
With what shall I fix it, dear Liza…With straw, dear Henry…
The straw is too long, dear Liza…Then cut it, dear Henry…
With what shall I cut it, dear Liza…With an axe, dear Henry…
The axe is too dull, dear Liza…Then sharpen it, dear Henry…
On what shall I sharpen it, dear Liza…On a stone, dear Henry…
The stone is too dry, dear Liza…Well wet it, dear Henry…
what shall I wet it, dear Liza…Try water, dear Henry…
In what shall I fetch it, dear Liza…In a bucket, dear Henry…
But there’s a hole in my bucket, dear Liza…
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Losers Like Me - 1
You hear the starter’s gunThe race has just begunYou start to cheer them to the lineAll eyes are on the threeWho fight for victoryNo-one seems to care for those behindI know I did my best to get this farI know that I will never be a star
I’m not the fastest I’m not the bestLook past the podiumYou’ll find me with the restThere will be championsThey would agreeThere’d be no winnersWithout losers like me
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Losers Like Me - 2
I know I reached the finalI know the reason why I’llHold my head up high when I go homeThe crowds are cheering – can you hear it?This is the Olympic spiritHope some of that gratitude’s for meThey say that taking part is what is keyThey mean that winning’s never meant for me
I’m not the fastest I’m not the bestLook past the podiumYou’ll find me with the restThere will be championsThey would agreeThere’d be no winnersWithout losers like me
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Losers Like Me - 3
I know who gets the gloryI know that in this storyNo-one is interested in meBut I stood tallI took the callAnd I will race themOne and allI will give it all I have to giveAnd know that I have truly lived
I’m not the fastest I’m not the bestLook past the podiumYou’ll find me with the restThere will be championsThey would agreeThere’d be no winnersWithout losers like me
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Harvest Hymn 2
Think about the farmerWorking in his fieldHoping that the weather meansHe gets a bumper yieldHe keeps on eyeOn skies of blueAt harvest time he says a littlePrayer of thanks for everything you do
Think about the gardener Trying to grow foodHoping that the sun will shineAnd keep him in the moodHe keeps an eyeOn skies of blueAt harvest time he says a littlePrayer of thanks for everything you do
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Sneak a Peek
Sneak a peek every weekDon’t let lice play hide and seekThey will try – they are slyOnce a week say bye bye bye!
It’s not very nice when you’ve got the liceNeed to do your bit to destroy the nitStop them laying eggs: break their little legsIf we all attack they’ll stop coming back
Don’t need chemicalsJust a combAnd conditionerTreat at home!
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When I Needed a Neighbour - 1
When I needed a neighbour Were you there, were you there? When I needed a neighbour Were you there? And the creed and the colour And the name won't matter Were you there?
I was hungry and thirsty Were you there, were you there? I was hungry and thirsty Were you there? And the creed and the colour And the name won't matter Were you there?
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When I Needed a Neighbour - 2
When I needed a shelter Were you there, were you there? When I needed a shelter Were you there? And the creed and the colour And the name won't matter Were you there? When I needed a healer Were you there, were you there? When I needed a healer Were you there? And the creed and the colour And the name won't matter Were you there?
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When I Needed a Neighbour - 3
Wherever you travel I'll be there, I'll be there. Wherever you travel I'll be there. And the creed and the colour And the name won't matter I'll be there.
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This Little Light of Mine
This little light of mineI’m gonna let it shineThis little light of mineI’m gonna let it shineThis little light of mineI’m gonna let it shineLet it shine, let it shine, let it shine
The light that shines is the light of loveLights the darkness from aboveIt shines on me and it shines on youAnd it shows what the power of love can doI’m gonna shine my light both far and nearI’m gonna shine my light both bright and clearWhere there’s a dark corner in this lifeI’m gonna let my little light shine
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Give Me Oil in my Lamp
Give me oil for my lamp, keep it burningGive me oil for my lamp I prayGive me oil for my lamp, keep it burningKeep it burning till the light of day
ChorusSing Hosannah, sing HosannahSing Hosannah to the King of KingsSing Hosannah, sing HosannahSing Hosannah to the King
Give me joy in my heart, keep me singing…
Give me peace in my heart, keep me resting….
Give me love in my heart, keep me serving….
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Hineh ma tov
Hineh ma tov uma na'imShevet achim gam yachad.
Hineh ma tov uma na'imShevet achim gam yachad.
ChorusHineh ma tovShevet achim gam yachad.
How good and pleasant it is for brothers & sisters to sit together.
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Seek Ye First
Seek ye first the kingdom of godAnd his righteousnessAnd all this things will be added unto youHalleluHalleluiah
HalleluiahHalleluiahHalleluiahHalleluHalleluiah
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Snow days are the best
I threw a snowball at Miss Parker, she threw a snowball at meI said that wasn’t kind - she said she didn’t mindIt was revenge you see for messing round in literacy I would have thrown a ball at Mrs Toghill then a couple more of Mrs BillAll the children and the staff having a such a laughSnow days are the best don’t you agree? I threw a snowball at Miss Chandler; she threw a snowball at meMiss Paine was walking round when she heard a soundSnow flying through the air and landing in her hair I threw a ball at Mr Brignall; he threw a big one back at meAll the children and the staff having a such a laughSnow days are the best don’t you agree?
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Snow days are the best
I threw a snowball at Miss Mitchell, she threw a snowball at meThen all the teachers said, “Look – there’s the head!”Snowballs began to pour down on top of Mr Gilmour He threw a snowball at Miss Pearson, she threw a snowball at meAll the children and the staff having a such a laugh
Snow days are the best don’t you agree?
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Acrobats
Contortionist
Fire Eater
I’m a Clown
I want to go to the Circus
Juggling
Flying Trapeze
Spinning Plates
Unicycle
Walking the Wire
World’s Greatest Show
The Circus is Going
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Contortionist (1)
Would you like to be a great contortionist?Show the world that you’re a circus specialist?Good enough to beat any gold medalistBending back until your nose is level with your little toesHere’s a song to help achieve the thing you wishQuick instructions set out in a little listNothing detailed – no specifics: just a gistWhen you try it tell us how it goes
Might time take before you’re a perfectionistMight feel like you want to quit – you must persistTake your time don’t get your knickers in a twistTakes a while to learn the knack of moving sections of your back“One step at a time” would say a strategistAwful if you find a section has been missedAnd you need to see a physiotherapistTo straighten out your spine upon a rack
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Contortionist (2)
Find a trainer or a coach you can enlistCheck your diet with a good nutritionistVitamins from any high street pharmacistContortionists would soon admit it only works when you are fitExercise each day your trainer will insistWon’t be easy so you really must persistSoon you’ll find you legs and shoulders intertwistCan scratch your ears with toe-nails when you sit
Become famous – find yourself a publicistInterviews with all the local journalistsGet on TV as a game show panellistWhen you’re good as what you do then fame and fortune wait for youWhen you’re a celebrity contortionistFive star treatment – in Hello you are “A” listHeadline news about the pop star that you kissedIt’s really like a dream come true because of what you learned to doContortionism is the thing for you!
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Juggling
When you go to a circus I bet you seeThat one of the acts using gravityThrowing all kinds of objects down and upThen trying to catch them and not mess up
You gotta juggleYou mustn’t struggleGet in a muddleYou gotta juggle
See them flying round and roundIn the air not on the groundClubs or balls or diabloFire sticks if you want a glow
Keep your hands in perfect syncCareful now you must not blink
Round and round and round…..they go around and round and round
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Contortionist (2)
Find a trainer or a coach you can enlistCheck your diet with a good nutritionistVitamins from any high street pharmacistContortionists would soon admit it only works when you are fitExercise each day your trainer will insistWon’t be easy so you really must persistSoon you’ll find you legs and shoulders intertwistCan scratch your ears with toe-nails when you sit
Become famous – find yourself a publicistInterviews with all the local journalistsGet on TV as a game show panellistWhen you’re good as what you do then fame and fortune wait for youWhen you’re a celebrity contortionistFive star treatment – in Hello you are “A” listHeadline news about the pop star that you kissedIt’s really like a dream come true because of what you learned to doContortionism is the thing for you!
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Juggle
When you got to the circus I bet you seeThat one of the acts uses gravityThrowing all kinds of objects down and upThen trying to catch them and not mess up
You gotta juggleYou mustn’t struggleGet in a muddleYou gotta juggle
See them flying round and roundIn the air not on the groundClubs or balls or diabloFiresticks if you want a glow
Keep your hands in perfect syncCareful now you must not blink
Round and round and roundThey go around and round and round
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Plates (1)
I went to the circus: I wanted to seeIf one of the acts there would interest meBut as luck would have it I saw one that was greatThis fantastic person started to spin plates
Now I want to be like themI want to spin tooAnd I’m constantly tryingBut it’s quite hard to
And now there’s toast on the kitchen floorThere is jam on the cupboard doorThere is croissant and margarineWhere the cereal should have beenNow there is food all around the placeAnd that look on my mother’s faceWhich says clearly she really hatesWhen I start spinning breakfast plates
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Plates (2)
And now there’s chips in the kitchen sinkAnd there’s fish in my brother’s drinkThere is ketchup and vinegarDripping down from the frigidaireThere is food all around the placeAnd that look on my mother’s faceWhich says clearly she really hatesWhen I start spinning dinner plates
Now I can’t go to restaurants – they ask me to leave‘Cause the mess that I make there, you wouldn’t believe
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Plates (3)
And now there’s soup in the waiter’s hairAnd bread rolls flying through the airAnd the tablecloth’s not that whiteAfter hosting a big food fightThere a look from the maitre d’Says he’s not that impressed with meLike my mother he really hatesWhen I start spinning rest’rant platesBut it’s more like I’m breaking platesAlways making a few mistakesSo there’s lots of just falling platesVery few actual spinning plates
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Dem Bones
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones (repeat 3 times)Oh hear the word of the Lord
The toe bone's connected to the foot bone,The foot bone's connected to the ankle bone,The ankle bone's connected to the leg bone,Oh hear the word of the Lord
The leg bone's connected to the knee bone,The knee bone's connected to the thigh bone,The thigh bone's connected to the hip bone,Oh hear the word of the Lord CHORUS
The hip bone's connected to the back boneThe back bone's connected to the neck bone,The neck bone's connected to the head bone,Oh hear the word of the Lord
The finger bone's connected to the hand bone,The hand bone's connected to the arm bone,The arm bone's connected to the shoulder bone,Oh hear the word of the Lord
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I want to go to the circus
It’s the time of the year when Mum and Dad despairI can see the Big Top over thereEv’ry night before I sleep I say to themWill it be tomorrow you’ll take me there?
I really want to go, go, go to the circusI really want to go, go, go to the circusI can’t wait to seeTightrope walkers and jugglersI really want to go, go, go to the circusAcrobats, musicians, clowns will laugh and cryI can’t wait to see itLet me get inside
I really want to go, go, go to the I amcircus going to the super, magic circus!I can’t wait to see RingsideFire eaters, jug-glers Seats for ev’ryoneI really want to go, go go to thecircus, CIRCUS
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I’m a Clown
Can you guesss what I can be? Fun for all the familyBig red nose and curly hair, I bring mischief ev’rywhere
CHORUSRound and round goes my bow tieSquirting water in your eyeLook out here’s a custard pie, you’d better runNever will you have a frownI’ll pick you up when you are downYes, you know it, I’m a clownLet’s have some fun
Blowing bubbles in the air, giant shoes are what I wearIn the circus, at the fair, causing chaos anywhere
CHORUS
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What a wonderful sort of mummy you are (1)
When you’re dead you mustn’t worryTry not to be blueThe embalmers will take incredible care of youThere will be no more decaying‘Cause when they are through Your remains will still remainFor a century or two
Rip out all your insides, fill you with stuffingPut your vital organs into a jarWrap you up in bandages and fling you in a tombWhat a wonderful sort of mummy you are!
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What a wonderful sort of mummy you are (2)
Take the heart out – leave the rest in – fill the canopic jars:Stomach, liver, guts and lungs are separate by farDon’t forget to soak in natron - forty days will doAmulets will keep you safeso stick in one or two
ChorusRip out all your insides, fill you with stuffingPut your vital organs into a jarWrap you up in bandages and fling you in a tombWhat a wonderful sort of mummy you are!
Don’t forget to have a coffin – Tutankhamun had four!
Repeat chorusWhat a wonderful sort of mummyYou’re simply gorgeous and rather scrummyA rather wonderful sort of mummy you are!
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The Acrobats
PART 1Acrobats – what a marvelous sightHere to amaze at the circus tonightCartwheeling across the ringTumbling and balancingSuch daring tricks in their repertoireEach acrobat wants to be a starLeaping, darting to and froThe acrobats, the acrobats will steal the show
PART 2Marvel at their expertiseThe way their bodies move with easeTremendous agility and flexibilityWorking together as a teamTheir sense of timing is supremeAcrobats astound and delight the audience tonight
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The Acrobats (2)
Acrobatic!And dramatic!Giving it their allCharismaticAnd emphaticA C R O B A T S
Part 1 and Part 2 then together:
The acrobats, the acrobatsThe acrobats, the acrobatsThe acrobats, the acrobats will steal the show
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Flying Trapeze
I stand on the ground, I wait for the soundAs the band begins to playThe star of the show, the greatest we knowThe ringmaster calls out my nameI’ll be glad when it’s over, all this waiting aroundLet the curtain be open, and my music begin
On the flying trapeze, I fly like a birdI move through the skyOn the flying trapeze I soar through the airI fly so highI reach out to hold the barIt’s there, there in my handOn the flying trapeze, on the flying trapeze
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Flying Trapeze (2)
I swing through the air, the crowd isn’t thereI’m alone as I flyI leap in the dark, the light in my eyes,The search for the arms moving nearThen I loosen my fingers and the world’s upside downSoon I’m flying in circles and the show has begun
On the flying trapeze, I fly like a birdI move through the skyOn the flying trapeze I soar through the airI fly so highI glide through my galaxy so freeIn the world of my ownOn the flying trapeze
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The Circus is Going (1)
The circus is going it’s moving awayIt’s the end of the music and the funAll the lights and the sounds and the dancers spinning roundOn the ropes, fifty feet above the groundThe circus is going and moving awayAnd it’s sad when the band no longer playsI’ll wait for a year until I can hearThe circus is coming back to town
The circus is going, it’s moving awayAll the tents and the stalls are closing downAll the lights and the sounds and the sawdust on the groundAnd the clowns as they jump and spin aroundThe circus is going, it’s moving awayBut I know it will come back, so I sayI’ll wait for a year until I can hearThe circus is coming back to town
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The Circus is Going (2)
We saw danceHigh off the ground
And we saw clownsThat fell around
We saw trapezeThey held the bar
We saw fireReal fire!
A tight wireSo high
So highHis arms like wings
The circus ringThe circus ring
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The Circus is Going (3)
The circus is going it’s moving awayIt’s the end of the music and the funAll the lights and the soundsIn the Big Top standing thereWith the flags all waving in the airThe circus is going, it’s moving awayBut I know it will come back so I sayI’ll wait for a year until I can hearThe circus is coming back to town
I wish when the circus has to goThey could show me what I have to doHow to eat fireAnd how to balance in the airSo I can join a circus too
The circus is going, it’s moving awayAnd it’s time ‘cause the band no longer playsI’ll wait for a year until I can hear the circus is back in town
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Shark with a Heart
CHORUSI’m a shark with a heartDon’t want to eat youGet tea in the seaDon’t need no human tooDon’t believe the scary films you see on TVI’m a shark with a heartYou can be friends with me
When they see my fin people scream and start runningI can sense their fear whenever I’m nearMy reputation as one angry kinda simmerMakes people think I want them for my dinner
There’s something ‘bout me that you need to get rightAll made up of cartilage not a bone in sightKing of blue waves, I’m the top of the fooc chainIf I lose a tooth another grows back again ‘cos