Fod! By Cristi Cary Miller

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1 Fod! By Cristi Cary Miller I went down to the mowin field. I went down to the mowin field, Fod! I went down to the mowin field and a big black snake came and bit my heel. Too-rye-dee-day! Sat on a stump to take my rest, Sat on a stump to take my rest, Fod! Fod! Sat on a stump to take my rest, There I saw a woodchuck on his nest. Too-rye-dee-day! (Rye-day!) (Woodchucka, woodchucka, woodchucka, woodchucka) (Fod! Fod!) (Woodchucka, woodchucka, woodchucka-do) Fod! Fod! Fod! (Fod?) Up came a skunk with his britches on. (Woodchuck grinned, banjo song, came a skunk, britches on) Too-rye-dee-day! The woodchuck and skunk got into a fight. (stomp clap stomp clap pat your legs it goes like this ) (Too-rye) Woodchuck and skunk got into a fight. (stomp clap stomp clap now you hit your chest ) Fod! Fod! Fod! Fod! (Fod! Fod! Fod!) Woodchuck and skunk got into a fight, fumes was so bad it put out the light (clap clap) Too-rye-dee-day! Danced and played til the chimney gan to rust. Danced and played til the chimney gan to rust. Fod! Fod! Fod! Fod! Fod! Fod! Fod! Fod! Danced and played til the chimney gan to rust Twas hard to tell who smelt the wust! Pee-yew! Too-rye-dee-day! Now this song has come to an end. If ya wanna hear more we ll sing it again! Too-rye-dee-day! Fod!

2 The Ash Grove Arranged by Ruth Elaine Schram The ash grove how graceful, how plainly tis speaking. The harp through it playing has language for me. Whenever the light through its branches is breaking, a host of kind faces is gazing on me. The friends of my childhood again are before me, each step wakes a mem ry as freely I roam. With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o er me; (With soft whispers o er me) The ash grove how graceful, how plainly tis speaking. (The ash grove is speaking) The harp through it playing has language for me. (The playing has language for me.) Whenever the light through its branches is breaking, (When light there is breaking) a host of kind faces is gazing on me. (kind faces gazing on me.) The friends of my childhood again are before me, each step wakes a mem ry as freely I roam. With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o er me; (With soft whispers o er me)

3 Kuna Karamu By Sally K. Albrecht Celebrate, let s celebrate, let s celebrate! Le-o ku-zu-ri Treasure each day. U-ha-i ni ma-ri-da-di, Life is beautiful, that s what they say., tu-ku-ti-ka! Karamu! Celebrate, let s celebrate!!

4 The Rock Island Line Arranged by Janet Klevberg Day Rock Island Line, Rock Island Line A B C double X Y Z, I m gonna ride it back to my family. A B C double X Y Z, I m gonna ride it back to my family. (Rock Island, Rock Island) (Rock Island s the road to ride.) (Rock Island, Rock Island) (Ride it, ride it, like you re flyin ) (Buy your ticket on the Rock Island Line.) I may be right and I may be wrong, I know you re gonna miss me when I am gone. I may be right and I may be wrong, I know you re gonna miss me when I am gone. (Rock, Rock, Rock, Rock, Rock Island Line) (Rock Island, Rock Island, Rock Island Line) Rock Island Line, Rock Island Line Mighty good road.

5 Thanksgiving Song By Mary Chapin Carpenter Arranged by John Purifoy Grateful for each hand we hold Gathered round this table. From far and near we travel home, Blessed that we are able. Grateful for this sheltered place With light in every window, Saying welcome, welcome, share this feast Come in away from sorrow. Father, mother, daughter, son, Neighbor, friend and friendless; All together everyone in the gift of loving-kindness. Grateful for whats understood, And all that is forgiven; We try so hard to be good, To lead a life worth living. Father, mother, daughter, son, Neighbor, friend, and friendless; All together everyone, let grateful days be endless. Grateful for each hand we hold Gathered round this table.