I Wiggle


I Wiggle


I wiggle my fingers. I wiggle my toes.

I wiggle my shoulders. I wiggle my nose.

Now, no more wiggles are left in me;

So I will be still, as still as can be.

Improvise actions as suggested by the words.

Words: Louise B. Scott, b. 1914

Music: Lucille F. Wood, 1915–1986

Copyright © 1954 by Bowmar Noble. Copyright renewed 1982. Reprinted by permission of CPP/Belwin, Inc., Miami, FL. All rights reserved. MAKING COPIES OF THIS MATERIAL IS PROHIBITED.