Wonderful World

I can see

Trees and grass,

The sun and sky;

I can taste

Chocolate ice cream,

Apple pie;

I can hear

Music, laughter,

Words you said;

I can smell

Perfume, flowers,

Baking bread;

I can touch

Silk and velvet,

A baby's skin;

What a wonderful

World I'm in!

Eva Grant

Five Senses 
 (Tune: Where is Thumbkin?)

 Five senses, five senses
 We have them. We have them.
 Seeing, hearing, touching,
 Tasting and smelling.
 There are five. There are five.

Sung to "This Old Man"

With my eyes, I can see
Robins nesting in the trees

Chorus:
 I see and hear, and smell, and taste, and touch
  With my senses I learn so much

With my ears, I can hear
Distant noises and sounds quite near

Chorus

With my nose, I can smell
Fragrant flowers in the dell

Chorus

With my mouth, I can taste
Doughnuts, which are chocolate glazed

Chorus

With my hands, I can feel
bananas with a slippery peel

Chorus

LOOK WHAT MY BODY CAN DO!

HERE ARE MY EYES.
WHAT DO THEY DO?
BLINK AND CRY
AND SHINE BRIGHT BLUE.

HERE IS MY NOSE
WHAT DOES IT DO?
BREATHES AND SMELLS
AND SOMETIMES KER-CHOOS!

HERE ARE MY HANDS.
WHAT DO THEY DO?
SWING AND CATCH
AND WAVE HI TO YOU.

HERE ARE MY FEET.
WHAT DO THEY DO?
JUMP AND RUN
AND WALK TO THE ZOO!

Fingers Tell

What can your fingers

See for you?

Whether a surface

Feels old or new?

Is it bumpy, lumpy

Slippery, slick?

Prickly, scratchy,

Hard as brick?

Spongy, rough?

Softer than dough?

Touch it!

See if your fingers know.

Just Listen!

I like to listen to sounds that I know,

They're all around me, wherever I go.

Some sounds are soft as a passing cloud,

But a jet taking off is a sound that is loud.

There are little sounds I like to hear.

The tick of a watch when it's very near.

A crackling fire, and pattering rain,

Or tree branches tapping a windowpane.

There are danger sounds that warn me away

The police officer's whistle that I obey.

A siren's wail, a warning shout,

The honking car that says, "Look out!"

There are great big sounds that make me feel grand,

The proud, rich beat of a marching band.

And ocean waves crashing on rocky shores,

Or a thunderstorm, when I'm safe indoors.

Some sounds can scare me, like a growling dog,

Or a screeching cat, or a grunting hog.

Other sounds are sad, like a cry of pain,

But I listen for happy ones, and I'm glad again.

Things To Touch

Some things are so warm to touch,

Like blankets in the sun,

Horses pulling heavy loads,

A fresh-baked sugar bun.

Some things are so cool to touch,

Like pebbles in a stream,

The marble on a table top,

A dish of peach ice cream.

Some things are so smooth to touch,

Like worn pews in a church,

Inside a mossy acorn cup,

A bark-peeled stick of birch.

Some things are so soft to touch,

Like snow, my cozy bed,

But best of all, my grandma's hand

That gently strokes my head.

~Camilla Walch Knox