2018, Term 2, Week 8: New Zealand Children's Music Part 3

Bobby McFerrin is an American jazz vocalist and conductor. He wrote and sang "Don't Worry Be Happy" which became a Number 1 hit song  - taking over from Sweet Child o' Mine by Guns N' Roses. Don't Worry, Be Happy also won song of the year  at the 1989 Grammy Awards. 

                                           
Watch this video of Bobby McFerrin demonstrating the Pentatonic Scale 

(Junior) Dance:
Don't Worry, Be Happy 

(Senior) Dance 
Don't Worry, Be Happy -  can do it in groups of three, although it's probably safer to adapt some of the moves. 

Do animals have a sense of music? Check out this video of a dog playing notes on the piano. 

Singing - see previous blogs, too. 
Junior Songs (using the pentatonic scale): 
Bought Me a Cat 
Ten in the Bed 
John Kanakanaka
Bickle Bockle (and game) 

More New Zealand Children's Music 

A song by Fleabite called Don't sit under the Poo Tree! 

You can fart in a jar
You can spit at a star
But don’t sit under the Poo Tree
You can eat till you burst
You can cuss you can curse
But don’t sit under the Poo Tree

My granny had a horse
My granny had a whip
She looked me in the nostril and she give me this tip
What she say?
“Hey little Johnny now you listen to me
Don’t sit under the Poo Tree”

You can lie to your friends
You can steal all their pens
But don’t sit under the Poo Tree
You can wear dirty clothes
Stick a stick up your nose
But don’t sit under the Poo Tree

Birdies like to eat all day
But every night they rest
In the tree down yonder where the sun sets in the west
They’re full of worms and beetles
And seeds and bits of fruit
So just before they say their prayers
They do a mighty poop
And that is why I tell you what my granny said to me
“Never sit below that stinky old Poo Tree”

You can eat off the floor
You can slam closed the door
But don’t sit under the Poo Tree
You can dance with baboons
By the light of the moon
But don’t sit under the Poo Tree

Fatcat and Fishface - Bird Brain 

The brain of a bird is a marvellous thing
It can teach you to fly. It can teach you to sing
It can teach you to operate both of your wings
Oh the brain of a bird is a marvelous thing

The brain of a bird is a marvellous thing
It can make you take journeys in winter and spring
It can make you make nests of tinfoil and string
Oh the brain of a bird is a marvelous thing

Your bones may be hollow
Your feet may be webbed
Your song may be just a quack
Yet you can fly thousands of nautical miles
And know how to get yourself back

The brain of a bird is a marvellous thing
It can help you to see when it’s terribly dim
It can lead you to water to duck, dive or swim
Oh the brain of a bird is a marvellous thing