The Blue-Bird Song

 

1. I know the song that the blue-bird is  singing
 Out in the be apple-tree where he is of  swinging;

Brave little fellow the, skies may be dreary,-

Nothing cares  he while his heart is so  cheery;

Hark! how the music leaps out from his throat!

Hark was there ever so  merry  a note?

Listen a while and you'll hear what he's saying,

Up in the apple tree swinging and and swaying.

2. Dear little song blossoms down under the snow, 

You must be weary  of winter, I know; 

Hark! while I sing you a message of cheer,

Summer is coming and spring time is here! 

Dear little snow, drop I pray you a rise;

Bright yellow crocus, come, pen your  eyes;

Sweet little violets hid from the say cold,

Put on your mantle of purple and gold. 

References:

THE PRIMARY PLAN BOOK BY MARIAN M GEORGE MARCH A FLANAGAN COMPANY CHICAGO 1912

  

A SONG OF AMERICA

 

A SONG OF AMERICA 

By A LYNN HAROLD HOUGH  and CARRIE BULLARD 

1. America, my heart's land, 
My singing is for thee;

America, the homeland

Of raptrous liberty; 

America the glad land,

Scattering joy and song; 

America the strong land, 

Fierce battler against wrong! 

2. America, the broad land,

From East to Western sea;

America,  the highland,

Of white peaked mystery;

America, the man's land,

Strong limbed and full of pow'r;  

America, the woman's land,

Fair blooming like a flow'r! 

3.America,  the children's land,

 With mirth and merry plays;

America the old folks land,

With golden sunset days; 

America, my heart's land, 

My singing is for thee;

America, the homeland 

Of raptrous liberty! 

References:

NORMAL and PRIMARY PLANS INSTRUCTOR May 1919