My Hands


My Hands


My hands upon my head I’ll place,

Upon my shoulders, on my face,

At my waist, and by my side,

And then behind me they will hide.

Then I will raise them way up high

And let my fingers fly, fly, fly.

Then clap, clap, clap, and one, two, three—

Just see how quiet they 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.