The ants go marching one by one (hurrah, hurrah).
The ants go marching one by one (hurrah, hurrah).
The ants go marching one by one,
The little one stops to check his (or her) thumb
and they all go marching down, to the ground,
to get out of the rain (boom, boom, boom, boom).
Many have been asking for the “official” words for the Bow Poem.
These may not be THE original words, but they are the words I use:
Up Like a Rocket
Down Like the Rain
Back and Forth Like a Choo Choo Train
Round My Face Like the Great Big Sun
Land by Your Nose
Round Pinky (Tap Tap)
Curved Thumb
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