Leprechaun, leprechaun, Hiding in the hay. (Hide pointer finger under opposite hand.) Leprechaun, leprechaun, Don't you run away. (Hop pointer finger around.) Leprechaun, leprechaun, Let's go out and play. (Hop both pointer fingers together.) Leprechaun, leprechaun, It's St. Patrick's Day! (Dance pointer fingers up and down.)
Five Little Leprechauns Author Unknown Use hand to count down each leprechaun
Five little leprechauns scurrying by my door, One jumped away, then there were four. Four little leprechauns climbing in my tree, One hid in the green leaves, then there were three. Three little leprechauns, just a busy few, One went for a pot of gold, then there were two. Two little leprechauns, having lots of fun, One hopped over the rainbow, then there was one. One little leprechaun, with all his work done. He slipped off for a nap, then there were none.
There's a dear little plant that grows in Ireland. 'Twas Saint Patrick himself sure that set it. And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile. And a tear from his eyes oft-times wet it. It grows thro' the bog, thro' the brake, and the mireland, And it's called the dear little Shamrock of Ireland. That dear little plant still grows in our land, Fresh and fair as the daughters of Erin, Whose smiles can bewitch, and whose eyes can command, In each climate they ever appear in: For they shine thro' the bog, thro' the brake, and the mireland, Just like their own dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
That dear little plant that springs from our soil, When its three little leaves are extended, Denotes from the stalk we together should toil, And ourselves by ourselves be befriended. And still thro' the bog, thro' the brake, and the mireland, From one root should branch, like the Shamrock of Ireland.
Today is the day fer the wearin' o' the green. Today is the day when the little people are seen. Today is St. Patrick's Day, so if ye'r Irish me lad, Join the celebratin' fer the grandest time ta' be had.
Ya' put yer hand up in the air, the other hand on your hip. Ya' tap yer toe, ya' tap yer heel, ya' bounce yer knee a wee bit. Ya' prance 'n dance around the room, n' circle one two three. The saints be praised, I must admit, ya' all look Irish ta' me.
Oh, my mother isn't Irish And my father isn't too, But today I feel as Irish As the really Irish do. For today I wear a shamrock That is green in every way And though I am Canadian, I am Irish -- for today!
A leprechaun is small and green, (use hands to indicate a small person) He hides where he cannot be seen. (cover eyes with hands) But if you catch one on this day, (shake finger) He must give his gold away. (pretend to put gold in pocket)
Do your Ears Point Up? Original Author Unknown Do your ears point up? (Pull on tops of ears.) Do you have a lot of luck? (Cross fingers.) For gold do you dig? (Pretend to dig.) Can you dance an Irish jig? (Dance a jig.) If you answered, "Yes," (Nod head.) You're a leprechaun, I'd guess! (Wink eye.)
St. Patrick's Day is here, you see. We'll pick some shamrocks, one, two, three. We'll count the leaves and look them over, And maybe find a four-leafed clover. I'll sew green buttons on my vest, Green for St. Patrick is the best. I'll wear a green hat, very high, And dance a jig--at least I'll try!
P atrick tended his flock A nd listened to the Lord. T ime ended his bondage R eturning as a free man. I nspiring with stories and service, C eltic Christians honored him, K eeping his memory forever green.
Saint Patrick was a gentleman, and he came from decent people, In Dublin town he built a church, and on it put a steeple; His father was a Gallagher, his mother was a Brady, His aunt was an O'Shaugnessy, and his uncle was a Grady. Then success to bold Saint Patrick's fist, He was a saint so clever, He gave the snakes and toads a twist, and banished them forever!
St. Patrick came from Ireland A country trimmed with green It has the shamrocks and the pipes Those leprechauns you've seen Those leprechauns will trip you You'll fall flat on your face They'll tickle your nose and sour the milk Then find a hiding place!
Oh, I love to see the shamrocks Boys wear March seventeen, And I love the girls' green ribbons, And bits of evergreen; For they stand for brave St. Patrick, So fearless and so good - Oh! the Irish ought to love him, Just as everybody should!
There Was A Little Leprechaun sang to the tune of Bingo
There was a little leprechaun, he lived under a rainbow, R-A-I-N-bow R-A-I-N-bow R-A-I-N-bow He lived under a rainbow
There was a little leprechaun, he lived under a rainbow clap -A-I-N-bow clap -A-I-N-bow clap -A-I-N-bow He lived under a rainbow
There was a little leprechaun, he lived under a rainbow clap-clap-I-N-bow clap-clap-I-N-bow clap clap-I-N-bow He lived under a rainbow
There was a little leprechaun, he lived under a rainbow clap-clap-clap-N-bow clap-clap-clap-N-bow clap-clap-clap-N-bow He lived under a rainbow
There was a little leprechaun, he lived under a rainbow clap-clap-clap-clap-bow clap-clap-clap-clap-bow clap-clap-clap-clap-bow He lived under a rainbow
There was a little leprechaun, he lived under a rainbow clap-clap-clap-clap-clap clap-clap-clap-clap-clap clap-clap-clap-clap-clap He lived under a rainbow
Five Green Shamrocks One green shamrock, in the morning dew, Another one sprouted, and then there were two. Two green shamrocks, growing beneath a tree; Another one sprouted, and then there were three. Three green shamrocks, by the cottage door; Another one sprouted, and then there were four. Four green shamrocks, near a beehive Another one sprouted, and then there were five. Five little shamrocks, bright and emerald green, Think of all the luck these shamrocks will bring.
The wind is pushing Against the trees, He'll take off your hat Without asking you "please", He rattles the windows And puffs at a cloud, Then scoots down the chimney And laughs aloud.
Leprechaun Fingerplay
ReplyDeleteOriginal Author Unknown
Leprechaun, leprechaun,
Hiding in the hay.
(Hide pointer finger under opposite hand.)
Leprechaun, leprechaun,
Don't you run away.
(Hop pointer finger around.)
Leprechaun, leprechaun,
Let's go out and play.
(Hop both pointer fingers together.)
Leprechaun, leprechaun,
It's St. Patrick's Day!
(Dance pointer fingers up and down.)
Don't Pinch
ReplyDeleteby Bruce Lansky
When I got on the school bus,
I was in for a surprise.
My friends all stared and pointed.
There was mischief in their eyes.
A kid who sat in front of me
reached out and pinched my knee.
My friends all started laughing,
but the joke was lost on me.
And then I got my second pinch.
I felt it on my ear.
And then I felt a third and fourth.
You guessed it--on my rear.
I asked, "Why are you pinching me?
I think it's very mean!"
They said, "Today's St. Patrick's Day
and you're not wearing green."
I'll Wear a Shamrock by Mary Carolyn Davies
ReplyDeleteSt. Patrick's Day is with us,
The day when all that's seen
To right and left and everywhere
Is green, green, green!
And Irish tunes they whistle
And Irish songs they sing,
To-day each Irish lad walks out
As proud as any king.
I'll wear a four-leaf shamrock
In my coat, the glad day through,
For my father and mother are Irish
And I am Irish too!
Five Little Leprechauns
ReplyDeleteAuthor Unknown
Use hand to count down each leprechaun
Five little leprechauns scurrying by my door,
One jumped away, then there were four.
Four little leprechauns climbing in my tree,
One hid in the green leaves, then there were three.
Three little leprechauns, just a busy few,
One went for a pot of gold, then there were two.
Two little leprechauns, having lots of fun,
One hopped over the rainbow, then there was one.
One little leprechaun, with all his work done.
He slipped off for a nap, then there were none.
St. Patrick's Day
ReplyDeleteby Aileen Fisher
Oh, my mother isn't Irish
And my father isn't too,
But today I feel as Irish
As the really Irish do.
For today I wear a shamrock
That is green in every way
And though I am Canadian,
I am Irish -- for today!
The Dear Little Shamrock
ReplyDeleteby Andrew Cherry
There's a dear little plant that grows in Ireland.
'Twas Saint Patrick himself sure that set it.
And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile.
And a tear from his eyes oft-times wet it.
It grows thro' the bog, thro' the brake, and the mireland,
And it's called the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
That dear little plant still grows in our land,
Fresh and fair as the daughters of Erin,
Whose smiles can bewitch, and whose eyes can command,
In each climate they ever appear in:
For they shine thro' the bog, thro' the brake, and the mireland,
Just like their own dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
That dear little plant that springs from our soil,
When its three little leaves are extended,
Denotes from the stalk we together should toil,
And ourselves by ourselves be befriended.
And still thro' the bog, thro' the brake, and the mireland,
From one root should branch, like the Shamrock of Ireland.
Jason Radel
ReplyDeleteI'm a little leprechaun
Dressed in green
The tiniest man that you have ever seen.
If you ever catch me,
So it's told, I'll give to you my pot of gold.
The Wearin' O' the Green
ReplyDeleteToday is the day fer the wearin' o' the green.
Today is the day when the little people are seen.
Today is St. Patrick's Day, so if ye'r Irish me lad,
Join the celebratin' fer the grandest time ta' be had.
Ya' put yer hand up in the air, the other hand on your hip.
Ya' tap yer toe, ya' tap yer heel, ya' bounce yer knee a wee bit.
Ya' prance 'n dance around the room, n' circle one two three.
The saints be praised, I must admit, ya' all look Irish ta' me.
By: Unknown
St. Patrick’s Day
ReplyDeleteBy Aileen Fisher
Oh, my mother isn't Irish
And my father isn't too,
But today I feel as Irish
As the really Irish do.
For today I wear a shamrock
That is green in every way
And though I am Canadian,
I am Irish -- for today!
Untitled
ReplyDeleteWritten in "Mary Engelbreit's Mother Goose"
Englebreit, M. (2005)
One leaf for fame,
One leaf for wealth,
One for a faithful lover,
And one leaf to bring glorious health,
Are all in a four-leaf clover.
The Leprechaun
ReplyDeleteA leprechaun is small and green,
(use hands to indicate a small person)
He hides where he cannot be seen.
(cover eyes with hands)
But if you catch one on this day,
(shake finger)
He must give his gold away.
(pretend to put gold in pocket)
author unknown
One green shamrock, in the morning dew;
ReplyDeleteAnother one sprouted,
And then there were two.
Two green shamrocks, growing beneath a tree;
Another one sprouted,
And then there were three.
Three green shamrocks, by the cottage door;
Another one sprouted,
And then there were four.
Four green shamrocks, near a beehive;
Another one sprouted,
And then there were five.
Five green shamrocks, bright and emerald green;
Think of all the luck
These shamrocks will bring.
Do your Ears Point Up?
ReplyDeleteOriginal Author Unknown
Do your ears point up? (Pull on tops of ears.)
Do you have a lot of luck? (Cross fingers.)
For gold do you dig? (Pretend to dig.)
Can you dance an Irish jig? (Dance a jig.)
If you answered, "Yes," (Nod head.)
You're a leprechaun, I'd guess! (Wink eye.)
St. Patrick's Day
ReplyDeleteSt. Patrick's Day is here, you see.
We'll pick some shamrocks, one, two, three.
We'll count the leaves and look them over,
And maybe find a four-leafed clover.
I'll sew green buttons on my vest,
Green for St. Patrick is the best.
I'll wear a green hat, very high,
And dance a jig--at least I'll try!
Posted by Rebecca Selfridge
St. Patrick Acrostic - Sent to Ireland by God
ReplyDeleteS ent to Ireland by God,
T aken there by force.
P atrick tended his flock
A nd listened to the Lord.
T ime ended his bondage
R eturning as a free man.
I nspiring with stories and service,
C eltic Christians honored him,
K eeping his memory forever green.
Author Unknown
I'm a Little Leprechaun
ReplyDelete(Sung to: "I'm a little teapot")
I'm a little leprechaun
Dressed in green,
The tiniest man
That you ever seen.
If you ever catch me, it is told,
I'll give you my pot of gold!
Saint Patrick was a Gentleman
ReplyDeleteby Henry Bennet
Saint Patrick was a gentleman,
and he came from decent people,
In Dublin town he built a church,
and on it put a steeple;
His father was a Gallagher,
his mother was a Brady,
His aunt was an O'Shaugnessy,
and his uncle was a Grady.
Then success to bold Saint Patrick's fist,
He was a saint so clever,
He gave the snakes and toads a twist,
and banished them forever!
St. Patrick's Day
ReplyDeleteAuthor Unknown
St. Patrick came from Ireland
A country trimmed with green
It has the shamrocks and the pipes
Those leprechauns you've seen
Those leprechauns will trip you
You'll fall flat on your face
They'll tickle your nose and sour the milk
Then find a hiding place!
St. Patrick's Green
ReplyDeleteBertha E. Bush
Oh, I love to see the shamrocks
Boys wear March seventeen,
And I love the girls' green ribbons,
And bits of evergreen;
For they stand for brave St. Patrick,
So fearless and so good -
Oh! the Irish ought to love him,
Just as everybody should!
There Was A Little Leprechaun
ReplyDeletesang to the tune of Bingo
There was a little leprechaun,
he lived under a rainbow,
R-A-I-N-bow
R-A-I-N-bow
R-A-I-N-bow
He lived under a rainbow
There was a little leprechaun,
he lived under a rainbow
clap -A-I-N-bow
clap -A-I-N-bow
clap -A-I-N-bow
He lived under a rainbow
There was a little leprechaun,
he lived under a rainbow
clap-clap-I-N-bow
clap-clap-I-N-bow
clap clap-I-N-bow
He lived under a rainbow
There was a little leprechaun,
he lived under a rainbow
clap-clap-clap-N-bow
clap-clap-clap-N-bow
clap-clap-clap-N-bow
He lived under a rainbow
There was a little leprechaun,
he lived under a rainbow
clap-clap-clap-clap-bow
clap-clap-clap-clap-bow
clap-clap-clap-clap-bow
He lived under a rainbow
There was a little leprechaun,
he lived under a rainbow
clap-clap-clap-clap-clap
clap-clap-clap-clap-clap
clap-clap-clap-clap-clap
He lived under a rainbow
Five Green Shamrocks
ReplyDeleteOne green shamrock, in the morning dew,
Another one sprouted,
and then there were two.
Two green shamrocks, growing beneath a tree;
Another one sprouted,
and then there were three.
Three green shamrocks, by the cottage door;
Another one sprouted,
and then there were four.
Four green shamrocks, near a beehive
Another one sprouted,
and then there were five.
Five little shamrocks, bright and emerald green,
Think of all the luck
these shamrocks will bring.
by Julie Youngster,
ReplyDeleteSome say it is a day of luck
With Leprechauns and such,
Rainbows and pots of gold,
Irish ledgends and magic of old.
But this day is about how, long ago,
A special man taught all to know
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
With a method not known to most
March Wind
ReplyDelete-Unknown
The wind is pushing
Against the trees,
He'll take off your hat
Without asking you "please",
He rattles the windows
And puffs at a cloud,
Then scoots down the chimney
And laughs aloud.