MAMA EARTH’S KITCHEN THEME SONG
(U.S.A. Country-Folk)
Words and Music Written by Susan Rozler
- Hear the robins sing in Mama Earth’s kitchen
Hear the robins sing in Mama Earth’s kitchen
All the birds are singin’ in Mama Earth’s kitchen
Let’s wake up… and we’ll talk about the world
- Gather up the eggs from Mama Earth’s kitchen
Gather up the eggs from Mama Earth’s kitchen
Hear the rooster crow in Mama Earth’s kitchen
We’ll make breakfast…and we’ll talk about the world
Instrumental
- Look at all the gardens in Mama Earth’s kitchen
Look at all the gardens in Mama Earth’s kitchen
Let’s pick vegetables from Mama Earth’s kitchen
We’ll make soup…and we’ll talk about the world
- It’s high noon in Mama Earth’s kitchen
It’s high noon in Mama Earth’s kitchen
Sun’s up high in Mama Earth’s kitchen
We’ll eat lunch…and we’ll talk about the world
Instrumental
- Takin’ out the compost from Mama Earth’s kitchen
Takin’ out the compost from Mama Earth’s kitchen
We’re making dirt in Mama Earth’s kitchen
We recycle all our garbage as we talk about the world
- Pickin’ all the strawberries in Mama Earth’s kitchen
Pickin’ all the strawberries in Mama Earth’s kitchen
Blueberries and raspberries from Mama Earth’s kitchen
Let’s make pie and we’ll talk about the world
Instrumental
- It’s dinnertime in Mama Earth’s kitchen
It’s dinnertime in Mama Earth’s kitchen
We’ll thank God for Mama Earth’s kitchen
We’ll praise God…and will ask to bless the world
- Nighttime’s fallin’ in Mama Earth’s kitchen
Nighttime’s fallin’ in Mama Earth’s kitchen
Bullfrogs croakin’ in Mama Earth’s kitchen
Driftin’ off to sleep as we dream about the world
Come on down to Mama Earth’s kitchen
Come on down to Mama Earth’s kitchen
There’s a lot to hear in Mama Earth’s kitchen
We’ll get together… and we’ll talk about the world
Instruments used:
Guitars, bass, mandolin, fiddle, spoons, washboard, robins (bird), bullfrogs, crickets (insects), peepers (frogs), katydids (insects) recordings, and human voices.
I LIKE MY BINOCULARS
(U.S.A. Country Hoe-Down)
Words and Music Written by Susan Rozler
Look over there at the cow in the mud
She’s chewin’ on her cud
I like my binoculars, they give me eagle vision
I like my binoculars, I can see real far with ’em
I like my binoculars, I can see for miles
I like my binoculars, they make me full of smiles
Look over there in the air
Now look down on the ground
There’s a hawk pickin’ up a mouse
He’s takin’ it for a ride (whee)
I like my binoculars, they give me eagle vision
I like my binoculars, I can see real far with ’em
I like my binoculars, I can see for miles
I like my binoculars, they make me full of smiles
Solo
I like my binoculars, they give me eagle vision
I like my binoculars, I can see real far with ’em
I like my binoculars, I can see for miles
I like my binoculars, they make me full of smiles
Look over there at the birds in the air
That one’s black and purple
Look at the buckets on the maple trees
They’re makin’ maple syrple
I like my binoculars, they give me eagle vision
I like my binoculars, it’s better than television
I like my binoculars, I can see for miles
I like my binoculars, they make me full of smiles
Solo
I like my binoculars, they give me eagle vision
I like my binoculars, I can see real far with ’em
I like my binoculars, I can see for miles
I like my binoculars, they make me full of smiles
Solo
Hey there’s some chaps from New Zealand
(hello!) doing some bird watching mate?
What a ya say? (Well)
We love our binoculars, they improve our vision
We love our binoculars, we can see quite far with them
We love our binoculars, we can see for miles
We love our binoculars, it makes us want to smile
Look at the leaves, in a whirl
Look at the lake, see it swirl
Look at the tree there’s a squirrel
And the vultures in the sky (Buzzard?)
We love our binoculars, they improve our vision
We love our binoculars, we can see quite far with them
(come on)
We love our binoculars, they give us eagle vision
We love our binoculars, we can see quite far with them
We love our binoculars, we can see for miles
We love our binoculars, it makes us want to smile
(hey…what’s that?)
(ohh)
it’s a bear – a what
(a bear)
maybe we oughta get outta here
bye, ta ta, cheerio, toodle-loo
Instruments used:
Banjo, acoustic-electric guitar, bass, washboard, spoons, mandolin, and human voices.
THE FOSSIL WALTZ
(A European Waltz) 3
Words and Music Written by Susan Rozler
You wish you were with me now
I’m down by the creek
Laura and Mimi are having quite a treat
Jumping round for rocks and things
And I found some fossils
I’ve got so many that I can’t carry them home
Oh Daddy where are you? I need you to carry
My fossils are heavy
I can’t get them home
There are so many crinoids and brachiopods
There are trilobites and bones!
Please, pleez, come to my rescue
I need your big strong arms
Pleez, pleez, come to my rescue
I need a boat or something large
Daddy I wish you were with me now,
My fossils are heavy,
I’m next to a creek
Maybe we can come down here later
When you come home from work
Instrumental
Please, pleez, come to my rescue
I need your big strong arms
Pleez, pleez, come to my rescue
I need a boat or maybe a barge
Oh Daddy where are you
I need you to carry
My fossils are heavy
I’m next to a creek
Maybe we can come down here later
When you come home from work
Instruments used:
Human voices, acoustic-electric guitar, bass guitar, accordian, mandolin, drums, poodle and lab dog barks, swamp sparrow, Rufons Sided Towhee (birds), and bull frogs.
JUMP FOR JOY BOOGIE WOOGIE
(U.S.A. Boogie Beat)
Words and Music Written by Susan Rozler
Here’s a little boogie woogie…I call it jump for joy boogie
Now jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump for joy
Now jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump for joy
Now jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump for joy
Now jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump for joy
Now clap, clap, don’t slap, just clap, looking’ good, clap for joy
Now clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap for joy
Now stomp, stomp, and romp, stomp, c’mon, stomp for joy
Now stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp for joy
Now hang, getting’ tired…yeah I know—then hang
Hang, hang, hang, hang, hang, hang, hang for joy
Snap – if you can’t snap…just fake it, snap, snap, snap for joy
Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap for joy
Now wiggle, wiggle, you can giggle, wiggle, don’t wiggle off your chair—wiggle for joy
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle for joy
Piano
Let’s give the piano some
That’s nice
Get goin’ now
Goin’ crazy
Twist, twist, twist, twist, like this you can twist, twist for joy
Twist, twist, twist, twist, twist, twist, twist for joy
Now shake, c’mon baby, shake, shake, shake for joy
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake for joy
Now praise, praise, put your hands up in the air and let ‘em flap,
Praise, praise the Lord
Praise, praise, praise, praise, praise, praise, praise the Lord
Now jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump for joy
Now jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump for joy
Now jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump for joy
Now jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump for joy
Instruments used:
Human voices, bass and acoustic guitars, electric keyboards.
TOOTHBRUSH REGGAE
(Carribean Style)
Words and Music Written by Susan Rozler
Open your eyes up…you know its morning
Walk to the bathroom…go to the sink
Look in the mirror…pick up your toothbrush
Turn on the water flowing and get a drink
And then you brush, up like the sun
Down like the rain
Round and around and around again
And brush again, up like the sun
Down like the rain
Round and around like a choo-choo train
If you have toothpaste
You can put some on it
If you don’t have it, you can still brush too
Pick up your floss then
And get right on it
You’ll have a smile that will shine like jewels
And brush again, up like the sun
Down like he rain
Round and around and around again
And brush again, up like the sun
Down like the rain
Round and around and around again
Round and around and around again
Round and around and around again
Round and around and around again
Instrumental
Round and around and around again
Round and around and around again
Round and around and around again
Round and around and around again
Instruments used:
Human voices, bass, acoustic and electric guitars, drums, electric keyboards.
WILDLIFE CONDO
(Mambo and African Beats)
Words and Music Written by Susan Rozler
You see that poplar over there?
It’s just another wildlife condo
So don’t you cut that old tree down
Or they’ll have nowhere else to go!
The trees, the trees are homes for these
A place in the trees; raccoons and the bees
Who lives in these trees, squirrels, birds and bees
And how about more of these
The possums, the monkeys, flying squirrels, bats,
Woodpeckers, owls, not to mention the gnat catcher,
Woodpeckers, panthers, wood ducks and snakes
All of these guys need the trees goodness sake
You see that poplar over there?
It’s just another wildlife condo
So please don’t you cut that old tree down
Or they’ll have no place else to go!
Break it down
(sounds from the rainforest and Temperate Forest)
Hey now, look in the hole of that old dead tree
There’s baby raccoons live inside there
Look at the roots, where the chipmunks dig holes
So the babies and mothers can hide there
Hey look at the top who is there at the crest
An owl or woodpecker pileated,
Downy or hairy, nuthatch, red bellied
Woodpecker are all related!
You see that poplar over there?
It’s just another wildlife condo
Don’t cut that old tree down,
Or they’ll have no place else to go!
So when somebody says that that tree is dead
Remind them whose living inside there!
So when somebody says that that tree is dead
Remind them who’s living inside there!
Hey now, look in the hole of that old dead tree
There’s baby raccoons live inside there!
Look at the roots, where the chipmunks dig holes,
So the babies and mothers can hide there.
Look at the top who is there at the crest,
An owl or woodpecker pileated
Downy or hairy, nuthatch, red bellied woodpeckers are all related
You see that poplar over there…
It’s just another wildlife condo.
Don’t cut that old tree down
Or they’ll have no place else to go.
Remember the flicker, the blue jays who bicker
The squirrels and the flying squirrels too
There’s gray ones, and red ones, brown ones and white ones
Some are all black, none are blue
You see that poplar over there?
It’s just another wildlife condo…
So please don’t cut that old tree down,
Or they’ll have no place else to go!
So when somebody says, hey that tree is dead,
Remind them whose living inside there!
So when somebody says, hey that tree is dead,
Remind them who’s living inside there!
Instruments used:
Talking drum, tom-tom, a-go-go bells, whistle, Chinese gong, shakers, maracas, human voices, bass and electric guitars.
BUNNY RABBIT CHECKLIST
(Story Song)
Words and Music Written by Susan Rozler
Bunny rabbit, bunny rabbit
How are ya doin’ today?
Bunny rabbit, bunny rabbit
Here’s what I have to say…
Is your water dish clean?
Food dish filled?
I’ll clean out your cage…
So ya don’t get ill!
Bunny rabbit, bunny rabbit,
How are ya doin’ today?
Bunny rabbit, bunny rabbit,
Here’s what I have to say…
I found some dandelion greens, curly dockweed,
Regular beans, sunflower seeds.
All of these things, you can eat.
Instead of just dry stuff
I’ll give you a treat!
Bunny rabbit, bunny rabbit,
How are ya doin’ today? (Repeat)
Instruments used:
Schoenhut tiny toy piano and human voice.
YA WANNA BUY A BUNNY
(Story Song from 1940’s) Continued
Words and Music Written by Hoefle Porter
My ‘rhythmatic is getting’ bad,
I don’t know what to do
I bought a little bunny
Then I bought another bunny
Don’t one and one make two?
Now when I’m lookin’ at the bunnies…
I get as mad as mad as I can be.
‘Cuz now there are so many bunnies,
Oh me, on my! You wanna buy a bunny?
When I’m eatin’ bread and honey
Those silly little bunnies pester me
‘Cuz all the bunnies beg for honey
Oh gee, oh my! You wanna buy a bunny?
When we’re playin’ hide ‘n seek
At my heels they sneak, sneak, sneak!
When I hide they peek, peek, peek!
I get so made I could shriek, eek!
If you want a fuzzy bunny
That’s got a wiggly nose and cotton tail
I wish that you would buy a bunny
‘Cuz I got lots of bunnies for sale
Now when I get up early in the mornin’ I go into the chicken house
To fee my little tiny baby chickens,
All those crazy little bunnies they follow along after me,
Just hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hoppin’ like the dickens.
Get outta here ya crazy little bunnies!
And when I sneak my little tiny puppy dog rover upstairs with me to bed
the bed is full of them silly little bunnies from the foot up to the head.
Get outta my bed ou bad little bunnies
Go on bunnies get outta here, go on now.
Bunnies, bunnies, bunnies, bunnies everywhere
There’s bunnies on the table
And there’s bunnies on the chair
Bunnies on the sofa and there’s bunnies on the floor
And there’s some new ones comin’ through the door
More!
Pleez c’mon and buy a bunny
I’d even like to sell ya two or three
But if you don’t have any money
I’ll just give you a bunny
‘Cuz there’s just too darn many bunnies
for me there’s bunnies all over the place
under my feet…they’re under my bed, every place.
Instruments used:
Human voice, saxaphone, flute, clarinet and piano.
A DONDE ESTU MI PERRITO
(Mexican-Salsa Style)
Words and Music Written by Susan Rozler
Uno, dos, tres, quatros
A donde esta mi peritto
A donde esta mi peritto
A donde esta mi peritto
Where has my little dog gone
(ruff, ruff, ruff – rooo)
Where has my little dog gone
(ruff, ruff, ruff – rooo)
A donde esta mi gato
A donde esta mi gato
A donde esta mi gato
Where has my kitty cat gone
(meow, meow, meow, meowy rherr)
Where has my kitty cat gone
(meow, meow, meow, meowy rherr)
ta da, da, da, da, da! (simulated trumpet) 3x
ta, da, da, da, da, da, humpf!
A donde esta mi vacca
A donde esta mi vacca
A donde esta mi vacca
Where has my moo cow gone
Moo, moo…
A donde esta mi pollo
A donde esta mi pollo
A donde esta mi pollo
Where has my chicken gone
Bawk, bawk, bawk….
ta da, da, da, da, da! 3x
ta, da, da, da, da, da, humpf!
A donde esta mi sapo
A donde esta mi sapo
A donde esta mi sapo
Where has my toad gone
(hop, hop, hop, leap)
(hop, hop, hop, leap)
A donde esta mi caballo (x3)
Where has my horsey gone
(cloppity, cloppity, clop…neigh)
cloppity, cloppity, clop…neigh)
ta da, da, da, da, da! 3x
ta, da, da, da, da, da, humpf!
En donde esta mi selpa
En donde esta mi selpa
En donde esta mi selpa
Where has my jungle gone
(ooo…ahh)
(ooo…hh)
En donde esta mi floresta
En donde esta mi floresta
En donde esta mi floresta
(chain saw – whaaa)
ta da, da, da, da, da! 3x
ta, da, da, da, da, da, humpf!
Instruments used:
Human voice, maracas, drums, electric keyboard, trumpet sounds, electric, acoustic and bass guitar.
BAD BAD DOG
(Country, kind of Johnny Cash like)
Words and Music Written by Susan Rozler
Well I once had a mixed breed Irish setter
He was a dog you know, and his name was Alark.
Once every couple of months he’d take off to visit his lady friends!
He was known in Cheektowaga, he was known in Tonawanda,
He was known in Tiorunda, he was known in Orchard Park,
He was known all over Lancaster!
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dawg
He was known by all the dog catchers
They’d pick him up in the truck and bring him to my house!
But instead of puttin’ him in the back of the kennel,
He’d be sittin’ in the front passenger seat
Just as nice as you please! An easy fifty bucks
(hey buddy here’s a bone for ya) they’d just say (c’mon Alark jump on in) and he’d get in and it’d sot me fifty bucks (you’re a good boy…good boy aren’t ya)
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dawg
I remember one time I took my four children to Burger King for lunch
When we came out there was so much going on I didn’t notice that the windows were rolled down and Alark wasn’t in the car.
Well it was getting close to supper and I was getting worried
I said to my kids, have you seen the dog
The dog is missing. What’s goin’ on?
He must have hopped out the window in the parking lot!
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dawg
So I called the Depew police station and I told them
“I’m missing a mixed breed Irish Setter”
(oh we know that one, we know that one)
oh, the next mornin’ the police called me back
(hey, we have your dog, and he rode in the squad car with us all night long
I got him some cheeseburgers! He’s a good dog! We had a
great time with him. You had better come over and get him, I just might keep him, he was that much fun!
Great officer, I’ll be right over.
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dawg
Remember the Blizzard of ’77, there was so much blowing snow, and it was so cold I was worried sick when he didn’t come home.
I thought he was dead, I really thought he was dead (poor little guy)
And then one day I went out in the back yard
And there he was, all curled up – sleepin’ in a snow bank
6 a.m. in the mornin’.
I said aren’t you cold, get in here
Oh it’s good to see you, I was worried sick about you
You’re as cold as ice, oh my goodness
You’re a bad dog (rough)
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dooog
I’m sure glad he was alive, man I thought you were a goner
Emily remember when you were a baby?
He used to guard you in your playpen
Man no strangers would come near you
He was a great guard dog
You know I could leave the car
And run into the convenient store really quick
Nobody would touch that car, like he’d growl
Slobber up against the window and show his teeth real nasty like
Wow he’d take your face off
Oh Alark, hey cut it out, get in back, it’s me let me in good boy, good boy
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dawg
He was a great protector of small children, a noble prince
Remember our neighbor Ed
(well ya know Alark, he stops and smiles at me
and nods his head as if to say, Hey Ed, how ya doin’?
ya gotta be kidding me Ed – go on
(ho ho – no-no I’m not really he’s, he’s a very intelligent dog)
And Adelle, the lady at the corner, with all the cats –
she cried when she found out he died
(Oh Sue I miss Alarkie. He used to come over for breakfast every day)
That’s where he went every morning, oh boy
(He used to clean all the droppings off my floor)
I bet he did (and he ate all the bunny turds too) yuck!
No wonder he was such a fussy eater!
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dawg
Well when he died at age 17 of natural causes we buried him in the backyard
Inside two slabs of wet concrete, lined with gray clay to make a fossil out of him
We put a little jar in there with his name tags and a sign that said, “the best dog in the world”.
We want him be remembered in history books like the famous dog of Pompeii in Italy
Do you remember that dog?
Well Alark is gonna be the 20th century dog of Pompeii
THE BEST DOG IN THE WORLD, FROM LANCASTER, NEW YORK!
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a bad, bad dog
He was a GREAT bad dog!
Instruments used:
Bass and acoustic guitar, human voices, drums, harmonica.