row, row, row

Mulberry bush

More rhymes


Imagine- John Lenon

La isla bonita - Alizee

Lemon tree- Fools Garden

Hakuna Matata

Kiss the girl

Under the sea

Discover Ireland

What colour is the sky?

Yellow Submarine

The alphabet (fruits, vegetables, and plants)

Irregular verbs


The Pinocchio

Once I Caught a Fish Alive

Three blind mice

I´m a little teapot

Frank Leto's Ladybug Ladybug Song

The Rhino song

No more monkeys jumping on the bed

Body parts

I like you too but...


WH Song

The Water Cycle Song

water cycle

Ferdinand , the bull

The Potato song

Words and music by:
Cheryl Wheeler

They're red, they're white, they're brown
They get that way underground
There can't be much to do
So now they have blue ones too

We don't care what thay look like we'll eat them
Any way they can fit on our plate
Every way we can conjure to heat them
We're delighted and think they're just great

PO ta to po ta to po ta to po
ta to po ta to po ta to po ta
to po ta to po ta to po ta to
po ta to po ta to po ta to

Sometimes we ditch the skin
To eat what it's holding in
Sometimes we'd rather please
Have just the outside with cheese

They have eyes but they do not have faces
I don't know if their feelings get hurt
By just hanging around in dark places
Where they only can stare at the dirt

(Repeat Chorus)

I guess the use is scant
For other parts of the plant
But that which grows in view
Is eating potato too

I imagine them under their acres
Out in Idaho and up in Maine
Maybe wondering if they'll be bakers
Or knishes or latkes or plain

(Repeat Chorus)

The Gummy Bear Song

How old are you? by Peter Weatherall

Hello Song by Peter Weatherall

10 Clucking Chickens by Peter Weatherall

Humpty Dumpty

London Bridge Is Falling Down

Hickory Dickory Dock

One little finger

We can count to 100

Where is...?