Thanksgiving Song

The leaves all red and yellow
Are falling to the ground;
And Mister Wind will come along
And blow them all around!
Blowing, blowing, blowing!
Blowing 'cross the ground!
Blowing, blowing, blowing!
Blowing all around!

(Turn round and round,
waving hands and arms)


The chipmunk in the treetop
Is hiding nuts away;
When Winter comes, he'll have enough
For glad Thanksgiving Day!
Hiding, hiding, hiding,
Hiding nuts away!
Hiding, hiding, hiding --
For Thanksgiving Day!

(Pretend to hide nuts)


The turkeys in the barn, and
The pumpkins stowed away;
All seem to say, "We're coming for
A glad Thanksgiving Day!"
Coming, coming, coming,
That is what they say!
Coming, coming, coming,
For Thanksgiving Day!

(March around the room)


God gives us love and sunshine,
And all the things we need;
He sent his Son, and promised all,
His little flock to feed.
Praise Him! Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise Him every day!
Praise Him! Praise Him! Praise Him!
This Thanksgiving Day!

(Clap hands)