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Stuck In My Head

I have two things stuck in my head from school. One is the latest song that the kids have learned on their song flutes - it's a very simple variation on "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." And the way it's stuck in my head is the rather shrill way they play it on their song flutes. (That's not a criticism, just an observation).

The other is a song from a video we have called Dance Along- it's Sesame Street characters leading songs and dances and I sometimes let the kids listen to it/dance to it on rainy day recesses or at the end of school. This particular song is called "The Batty Bat" and it involves Big Bird pretending to be a bat with a bath towel cape, while the Counts along. I have the chorus stuck - very STRONGLY - in my head. The lyrics for the chorus go something like this:

Batty batty batty batty batty batty batty bat.
One two three, count,
Batty batty batty batty batty batty batty bat.
One two three count,
Batty batty batty batty batty batty batty bat.
One two three count
Doing the batty batty bat!

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House Dreams said…
you are so funny!

I've got songs from our students' morning cluster time stuck in my head and Bonnie Raitt (whom I like, actually)and it's annoying!

sighhh
7:10 AM
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