Warm Mittens

I wiggle my left hand,
I wiggle my right,
inside of my mittens,
so warm and so tight.

I wiggle my pinkie.
I wiggle my thumb,
so when I make snowballs,
my hands don’t get numb.

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The Short Life of A Mitten

I’m sliding on the driveway,
I’m falling off my sled,
I’m rolling down the hillside,
I’m standing on my head.

When playing in a snowbank
it’s hard to have control.
I wonder how my mittens
got such a large hole.

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The Mitten Song

“Thumbs in the thumb-place,
Fingers all together!”
This is the song
We sing in mitten-weather.
When it is cold,
It doesn’t matter whether
Mittens are wool,
Or made of finest leather.
This is the song
We sing in mitten-weather:
“Thumbs in the thumb-place,
Fingers all together!”

Marie Louise Allen

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Each Mitten has a Mate
(to the tune of “The Farmer in the Dell”)

Each mitten has a mate, has a mate.
Each mitten has a mate, has a mate.
Can (child’s name) find the pair?
(He/She) is looking here and there.
Can (child’s name) find the mate.
Find the mate?

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Mittens

Mittens are warm,
Mittens are grand,
Mittens are like shoes for my hands.

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Red Mittens

Is there anything nicer
Than red woolly mittens
As fluffy and soft
As a blanket of kittens?

Red mittens to keep
My hands warm as toast
On cold winter days
When I skate or coast.

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Mittens

Stripes or dots or sparkling white,
Mittens in winter fit just right.
Wool and cotton, maybe leather-
Mittens warm us in cold weather.
In rainbow colors and darkest black,
Mittens fit in a pocket or in your pack.
Thumbs alone, fingers together,
We love mittens in cold, cold weather.

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The Mitten: for Jan Brett’s The Mitten
(to the tune of “The Farmer in the Dell”)

The mitten on the ground.
The mitten on the ground.
Heigh-ho! It’s cold outside.
The mitten on the ground.
The (mole) snuggles in.
The (mole) snuggles in.
Heigh-ho! It’s cold outside.
The (mole) snuggles in.
(After the last animal, all pretend to sneeze and fall out of the mitten.)