Have you heard Raffi's "Willoughby Wallaby Woo?" No? For those of you who aren't music teachers or parents who have Raffi blasting through the speakers of your minivan, let me get you up to speed:
Willoughby wallaby woo, an elephant sat on you,
Willoughby wallaby wee, an elephant sat on me.
Willoughby wallaby Wacob, an elephant sat on Jacob,
Willoughby wallaby Wen, an elephant sat on Ben.
Little ones love this game, especially when they get to pick a consonant to replace "w". I use this song at the beginning of the year in Kindergarten because it helps reinforce what they're learning in their regular classroom. On the day of the incident, there was a para-professional named Mrs. Link accompanying one of the students in my class. It was the end of the period and the class was lined up at the door, waiting to leave. We had sung the name of every student, so I decided to let one more child pick a consonant and use it to sing the song one last time, using mine and Mrs. Link's name. The kid chose the letter p. In a green moment of first-year teaching, I proceeded without caution.
"Pilloughby pallaby Pisses Pink,
An elephant sat on Mrs. Link"
I don't know if any of those Kindergarteners caught it, because I rushed them out the door before they had a chance to say anything. But Mrs. Link and I shared a silent laugh as she turned to see my mortified face.
Mrs. Link, I know it's been 5 years (better late than never?), but I feel obligated to tell you - if you are pissing pink, you should see a doctor.
Willoughby wallaby woo, an elephant sat on you,
Willoughby wallaby wee, an elephant sat on me.
Willoughby wallaby Wacob, an elephant sat on Jacob,
Willoughby wallaby Wen, an elephant sat on Ben.
Little ones love this game, especially when they get to pick a consonant to replace "w". I use this song at the beginning of the year in Kindergarten because it helps reinforce what they're learning in their regular classroom. On the day of the incident, there was a para-professional named Mrs. Link accompanying one of the students in my class. It was the end of the period and the class was lined up at the door, waiting to leave. We had sung the name of every student, so I decided to let one more child pick a consonant and use it to sing the song one last time, using mine and Mrs. Link's name. The kid chose the letter p. In a green moment of first-year teaching, I proceeded without caution.
"Pilloughby pallaby Pisses Pink,
An elephant sat on Mrs. Link"
I don't know if any of those Kindergarteners caught it, because I rushed them out the door before they had a chance to say anything. But Mrs. Link and I shared a silent laugh as she turned to see my mortified face.
Mrs. Link, I know it's been 5 years (better late than never?), but I feel obligated to tell you - if you are pissing pink, you should see a doctor.