Lyrics, Activities, and Other Resources for the album Rock Nocturnal
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Activities GOPHERS IN THE GARDEN Whenever I share this song live, I begin by explaining that gophers love their vegetables every bit as much as you and I love our vegetables. They pop out of their gopher holes, look around, and then duck back down. So whenever you hear the word "gopher" in the song and you are sitting, stand up. But if you are standing and you hear the word "gopher," sit down. (We also stand or sit to "go for.") If you begin the song sitting and follow the lyrics correctly, you should be sitting at the end of each verse.
ROCK NOCTURNAL Select children to volunteer as the seven critters listed below. I hang index cards on yarn around each child's neck with the animal's name on it. Assign instruments to each. When the child's animal is mentioned, they get to play their instrument. I give shakers to the remaining children. Everyone plays during the chorus. Everyone howls for the coyote. fox = trash can lid skunk = tin can shaker porcupine = tambourine badger = rhythm sticks beaver = wood block bull frog = frog scraper, ratchet or similar owl = bongo
LOOK AT THAT ACRO-BAT This song is a lot of fun when you're looking for a high-energy, movement activity. The actions that accompany the chorus are pretty self-explanatory (up, down, up, turn around...). Let the kids "fly" around the room during the bridge. (Nobody flies through the nighttime skies...)
FARMER MCBREWSTER'S ROOSTER Another fun movement song. Again, most of the movements are self-explanatory. I have the kids fold their arms and flap like chickens during the "big red hen" line. We press our noses up like pig snouts for the "slop the hogs" line. Feel free to make up your own movements if you'd rather.
RACCOON ROUND If you play an instrument (guitar, piano, ukulele, autoharp...), this is a simple two-chord song. You can find a printable pdf copy of the sheet music here.
Lyrics PLEASE DON'T TEASE THE WEASEL Words and music by Eric Ode Copyright 2014, all right reserved
Please don't tease the weasel, he is not one to tease easily. He might look sweet. Oh he might look cute, in his four fluffed feet and his fine fur suit. With a sly, sharp grin and bright, round eyes, don't be taken in by his half-pint size. A tight-packed punch he can represent. Such a small-stuff, too-tough temperament.
Is it a top-tier, no-cure malady, the weasel's cold-sneer personality? His quick, slick walk and his bag of tricks, not a nurse or doc can hope to fix. Short-tail, long-tail, tough to tell. In time you'll find that it's just as well. A slice of advice in what the text books say; The weasel's best when viewed from far away.
(repeat verse 1)
GOPHERS IN THE GARDEN Words and music by Eric Ode Copyright 2014, all right reserved
I've got a rake; a lovely rake. I've got a pair of gloves. I've got some seeds, for goodness sake, of all the vegetables I love. I've got a spot in my backyard. This garden work is not that hard. In no time, we'll have chives and chard and beans, like something out of Better Homes and Gardens magazines.
(refrain) Gophers in the garden. Gophers underground. Gophers where the carrots and the cabbages are found. Gophers know where grow the rows of radishes and peas. Nothing grows where gophers go for gopher groceries. Nothing grows where gophers go for gopher groceries.
I love the way tomatoes sway upon a morning breeze. I love a sunny summer's day with garden dirt upon my knees. I love a snappy salad lunch with beets and Brussels sprouts that crunch. I'll have a few; I'll have a bunch, and then I'll run back to my garden where my vegetables had been. (refrain)
If you should find you have the mind to build a garden grand, when it is time to dig and dine, there's someone who might lend a hand. This critter might decide to graze upon the veggies that you raise. He'll rob you blind then sing your praise. It's true. Yes, someone digs a veggie garden just as much as you. (refrain)
RACCOON AND THE WIZARD'S DAUGHTER Words and music by Eric Ode Copyright 2014, all right reserved
Long time ago, so I've been told, Raccoon walked in daylight, looking 'round for pots of gold, diamonds shining so bright. Ask him and he'd tell you, "Oh, wouldn't it be grand, chains of gold around my neck, shiny rings upon my hand?"
Now, in a wood, a castle stood where lived a wizard's daughter. A pleasant child, a gentle smile, hair that flowed like water. Clothed in robes of satin, fancy as a queen. And on each finger, rings of gold, the finest ever seen.
Now late one night, the moon was bright, and all the world was sleeping, Raccoon thought the time was right, and so he set off creeping. Through a castle window, as silent as a dream, and for the task, he wore a mask in case he should be seen.
Very soon, he found the room where lay the daughter, snoring, and, in the glimmer of the moon, the rings he was adoring. He snatched them from the table, sure he couldn't fail. But they were too big for his fingers, so he slid them on his tail.
Well, Raccoon may have slipped away, but nighttime took its toll now. He fell asleep, and there he lay still with the rings he stole now. And morning, when the daughter woke to find the rings she wore, she looked around, and there she found the raccoon on the floor.
The wizard raced into that place, his daughter shocked and pale there. He saw the mask on Raccoon's face, the rings along his tail there. With an incantation that shimmered like the sun, he cast a spell so all could tell the things Raccoon had done.
So now, my dears, when he appears, be certain what you'll find there, and know the mask that Raccoon wears is there as a reminder. Oh, once he felt so clever, as he crept along the trail. Now he wears a mask forever like the rings along his tail.
POSSIBLY THE POSSUM Words and music by Eric Ode Copyright 2014, all right reserved
Who's that fuzzy critter hanging out in a tree? Possibly the possum. With fifty fine teeth smiling down at me? Possibly the possum. Who's got a pink nose and pink paws, too? Who's got herself a pouch like a crazy kangaroo? Who lived back with the dinosaurs? I've heard that it's true. One, two! (echo) Three, four! (echo) Possum's at the back door.
Who's got her little babies clinging to her back? Possibly the possum. Who's busy eating bugs and slugs and berries for a snack? Possibly the possum. Who's got herself thumbs on her two hind feet? Stepping slow and silently, struttin' down the street? Long and clever tail, yeah, I think that's pretty neat. One, two! (echo) Three, four! (echo) Possum's at the back door.
(refrain) When you're passin' by a possum you'll likely stop to pause some. You'll think about that pointy snout, those mighty jaws and claws some. So tell your ma and pa some, and soon you'll hear them shout it. The possum is awesome. No doubt about it!
Who's sleeping in the morning but exploring in the night? Possibly the possum. Who lies so still and silent so she doesn't have to fight? Possibly the possum. Who's got a pink nose and pink paws, too? Who's got herself a pouch like a crazy kangaroo? Who lived back with the dinosaurs? I've heard that it's true. One, two! (echo) Three, four! (echo) Possum's at the back door.
Who's that fuzzy critter hanging out in a tree? Possibly the possum. With fifty fine teeth smiling down at me? Possibly the possum.
AT THE LILY PADIO Words by Eric and Kim Ode, Music by Eric Ode Copyright 2014, all right reserved
Where does a frog want to be at the end of the day? Put your green feet up; chase the big, bad blues away. Set aside your labors. Call your friends and neighbors from around the bog. There's a slow-pace place. Life is easier than leaping off a log. (spoken: That's pretty easy for a frog.)
(refrain) So come on, let's go (to the lily-padio) We'll be taking it slow (on the lily-padio) Turn the lightning bugs low (on the lily-padio) Everybody you know (is at the lily-padio)
When a romp in the swamp has been taking its toll, I know a place cool-groovin' meant for soothin' your amphibian soul. Flea and beetle lemonade, moth and mosquito pies. Day's done; time is sure fun when you're having flies.
Life upon the pond is jumping. All that racket gets you grumping. Time to find a simple sort of scene. Night is waiting just ahead. Tadpoles have been tucked in bed. We'll take it sweet and easy being green.
Turn on the radio (at the lily-padio) That's where you want to go (to the lily-padio) Turn the lightning bugs low (on the lily-padio) Everybody you know (is at the lily-padio)
ROCK NOCTURNAL Words and music by Eric Ode Copyright 2014, all right reserved
If the sunshine's out, then he might stay hid. But now the fox is on the trash can and poundin' the lid. And the skunk on the stump is nothing to miss. He's got a tin can shakin', and it sounds like this. (refrain) We're gonna rock nocturnal. (Rock nocturnal.) We're gonna rock nocturnal. (Rock nocturnal.) While the neighborhood's sleepin' up and down this block, we're gonna sing, gonna shout, "Nocturnal rock!" Said the otter in the water to the porcupine, "I hear your tambourine shaking, and it sure sounds fine." "Check out the beat," said the badger. "I get my kicks just a rockin' and a boppin' with my rhythm sticks."
(refrain) And when the beaver's on the wood block, listen up folks. Then there's a bass at the bottom when the bull frog croaks. And the bird on the bongo is the great horned owl. But then it all comes together when the coyote howls.
THERE'S A MOLE IN A HOLE Words and music by Eric Ode Copyright 2014, all right reserved
There's a Mole in a hole, (echo) and the hole's in a hill. (echo) There's a Shrew in the straw (echo) by the old saw mill. (echo)
(refrain) There's a Mole in a hole, and the hole's in a hill.
And the Mole in the hole loved the Shrew in the straw, so he told her the tales of the sights he saw. (refrain)
Said the Mole in the hole to his sweetheart Shrew, "I sailed me a ship south of Katmandu." (refrain)
Said the Shrew in the straw to the Mole in the hole, "I sang for the queen from a cereal bowl." (refrain)
Said the Mole in the hole, "Shall we stroll in the night? Shall we dance so slow in the soft moonlight?" (refrain)
So they danced all night by the sweetgum tree. Said the Mole to the Shrew, "Will you marry me?" (refrain)
Said the Shrew to the Mole, "I could wear your ring, but I must confess that I cannot sing." (refrain)
Said the Mole to the Shrew, "Well, I cannot sail, but we'll build a house by the old saw mill." (refrain)
HOORAY FOR JESSIE SKUNK Words and music by Eric Ode Copyright 2014, all right reserved
The night was cold. The sky was dark and drizzly when Jessie Skunk took shelter in a cave. But, all at once, she woke a mama grizzly. This tale is turning desperate and grave. "Now what a treat," the grizzly said. "I'll eat you then go back to bed." Poor Jessie Skunk, is no one near to save the day?
(Refrain) But Jessie Skunk is quite alright. She'll walk away without a fight. When times are tough, I think she might be smarter than you thunk. So never fear, and give a cheer. Hooray for Jessie Skunk!
Jessie Skunk stepped in the elevator to travel to the thirty-second floor. But right behind her came an alligator who chuckled at the closing of the door. Said gator, "Ah, I have a hunch I've found a tiny, tasty lunch." Now no one dares to use that elevator anymore. (refrain)
Jessie took a cruise ship to Aruba. She lounged about the beach till after dark. But one day, as she taught herself to scuba, she came upon a hungry tiger shark. The shark said, "You're not fish or eel, but still you'll make a splendid meal. I'll skip the soup and salad and be dining ala carte." (refrain)
LOOK AT THAT ACRO-BAT Words and music by Eric Ode Copyright 2014, all right reserved
Hanging from the rafter. What's he after with his up-side down and his down-side up? Waiting for the nighttime, when it's the right time, he knows. There he goes!
(refrain) He goes up, he goes down. He goes up, turns around. To the left, to the right. Higher and higher. He's down, now he's up. Now he's down. He's a supernatural flyer. No denying he knows where it's at. Look at that acro-bat.
Dancing in the moonlight, very soon he might be treetop high, touching the sky. Now he's turning and diving. What a ride, what a show! Watch him go! (refrain)
Nobody flies through the nighttime skies like the acro-bat. No, nobody flies through the nighttime skies like that. (refrain)
FARMER MCBREWSTER'S ROOSTER Words and music by Eric Ode Copyright 2014, all right reserved
The faithful old rooster of Farmer McBrewster would welcome the day with the rise of the sun. At quarter to seven, he'd look up to heaven, and call to the world that the day had begun.
And Farmer McBrewster would nod to that rooster. He'd rub at his eyes and he'd scratch at his head. And here's what he did when he got out of bed. (refrain)
(refrain) Touch your toes, stretch and yawn. Pull your red suspenders on. Set your breakfast on the table. Eat as well as you are able. Open the door. Slam with a clatter. Walk to the barn. Climb up the ladder. Pitch the hay, then down again. Steal the eggs from the big red hen. Grab an axe and split the logs. Milk the cow and slop the hogs. Drive the tractor. Sheer the sheep. Climb in bed and go to sleep.
That is till that morning, that bird, without warning, elected to let the old farmer sleep late and didn't start crowing till quarter to eight. (refrain faster)
3) That is till that morning, that bird, without warning, elected to let him sleep late once again and didn't start crowing till quarter to ten. (refrain faster)
4) That is till that morning, that bird, without warning, elected to wait once again with his tune and didn't start crowing till quarter to noon. (refrain faster)
RACCOON ROUND Words and music by Eric Ode Copyright 2014, all right reserved
Raccoon calling from my garden gate, Pardon me, but it's much too late. Bedtime's seven, and it's half-past eight.