Finger plays for nursery and kindergarten — Story, Setting & Ideas

What was their delight to see Dinner ready not far off-- Such a full and tempting trough!

Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee, Greedy pigs as pigs could be, For their dinner ran pell-mell; In the trough both piggies fell.

1. Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee, Hungry pigs as pigs could be, For their dinner had to wait Down behind the barnyard gate.]

2. Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee Climbed the barnyard gate to see, Peeping through the gate so high, But no dinner could they spy.

3. Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee Got down sad as pigs could be; But the gate soon opened wide And they scampered forth outside.

4. Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee, What was their delight to see Dinner ready not far off-- Such a full and tempting trough!

5. Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee, Greedy pigs as pigs could be, For their dinner ran pell-mell; In the trough both piggies fell.

VI.--A LITTLE BOY'S WALK.

A little boy went walking One lovely summer's day: He saw a little rabbit That quickly ran away;

He saw a shining river Go winding in and out, And little fishes in it Were swimming all about;

And, slowly, slowly turning, The great wheel of the mill; And then the tall church steeple, The little church so still;

The bridge above the water; And when he stopped to rest, He saw among the bushes A wee ground-sparrow's nest.

And as he watched the birdies Above the tree-tops fly, He saw the clouds a-sailing Across the sunny sky.

He saw the insects playing; The flowers that summer brings; He said, "I'll go tell mamma! I've seen _so many_ things!"

[Music: A LITTLE BOY'S WALK.

A little boy went walking One lovely summer's day: He saw a little rabbit That quickly ran away; He saw a shining river Go winding in and out, And little fishes in it Were swimming all about.

And slowly, slowly turning, The great wheel of the mill; And then the tall church steeple, The little church so still; The bridge above the water; And when he stopped to rest, He saw among the bushes A wee ground-sparrow's nest,

And as he watched the birdies Above the tree-tops fly, He saw the clouds a-sailing Across the sunny sky. He saw the insects playing; The flowers that summer brings; He said, "I'll go tell Mamma! I've seen _so many_ things."]

VII.--THE CATERPILLAR.

Fuzzy little caterpillar, Crawling, crawling on the ground! Fuzzy little caterpillar, Nowhere, nowhere to be found, Though we've looked and looked and hunted Everywhere around!

When the little caterpillar Found his furry coat too tight, Then a snug cocoon he made him Spun of silk so soft and light; Rolled himself away within it-- Slept there day and night.

See how this cocoon is stirring! Now a little head we spy-- What! Is _this_ our caterpillar Spreading gorgeous wings to dry? Soon the free and happy creature Flutters gayly by.

[Music: THE CATERPILLAR.

1. Fuzzy little caterpillar, Crawling, crawling on the ground! Fuzzy little caterpillar, Nowhere, nowhere to be found, Tho' we've looked and looked and hunted Everywhere around!

2. When the little caterpillar Found his furry coat too tight, Then a snug cocoon he made him Spun of silk so soft and light; Rolled himself away within it-- Slept there day and night.

3. See how this cocoon is stirring! Now a little head we spy-- What! is _this_ our caterpillar Spreading gorgeous wings to dry? Soon the free and happy creature Flutters gaily by.]

Here's a ball for Baby, Big and soft and round! Here is Baby's hammer-- O, how he can pound!

Here is Baby's music-- Clapping, clapping so! Here are Baby's soldiers, Standing in a row!

Here's the Baby's trumpet, Toot-too-toot! too-too! Here's the way that Baby Plays at "Peep-a-boo!"

Here's a big umbrella-- Keep the Baby dry! Here's the Baby's cradle-- Rock-a-baby-by!

[Music: ALL FOR BABY.

1. Here's a ball for Baby, Big and soft and round! Here is Baby's hammer-- O, how he can pound!]

2. Here is Baby's music Clapping, clapping so! Here are Baby's soldiers, Standing in a row!

3. Here's the Baby's trumpet, Toot-too-toot! too-too! Here's the way that Baby Plays at "Peep-a-boo!"

4. Here's a big umbrella-- Keeps the Baby dry! Here's the Baby's cradle-- Rock-a-baby by!

Five little mice on the pantry floor, Seeking for bread-crumbs or something more;

Five little mice on the shelf up high, Feasting so daintily on a pie--

But the big round eyes of the wise old cat See what the five little mice are at.

Quickly she jumps!--but the mice run away, And hide in their snug little holes all day.

Right hand brought behind the back [Mice run away]]

"Feasting in pantries may be very nice; But home is the best!" say the five little mice.