Transportation

Giant Jumbo Jet

One giant jumbo jet,
Ready for the flight.
One giant jumbo jet,
Doors closed tight.

The engines start a-roaring,
Everything is fine;
Start down the runway
Following a line.

The wings are all a-silver,
The jets are all a-glow.
Pull back the joystick
And up we go.

Brian Thompson


Little silver airplane
Up in the sky,
Where are you going to
Flying so high?
Over the mountains
Over the sea
Little silver airplane
Please take me.


The Airplane

The airplane has great big wings,
Its propeller spins around and sings,
The airplane goes up,
The airplane goes down,
The airplane flies high,
Over our town.


I’m a Yellow Helicopter

I’m a yellow helicopter
Sitting on the ground.
These are my rotor-blades
Slowly turning round.

Faster now, and faster…
They’re spinning like a top.
Take off…
          Turn around
Touch down…
          Stop.

Brian Thompson


Here is the Engine

Here is the engine on the track;
Here is the coal care, just in back;
Here is the boxcar to carry freight;
Here is the mill car, don’t be late!
Way back here at the end of the train,
Rides the caboose through the sun and the rain.


Engine, engine, number nine,
Sliding down Chicago line;
When she’s polished she will shine,
Engine, engine, number nine.


Railroad Train

One is the engine, shiny and fine;
It pulls the coaches all in a line.
Two is the baggage car, big and strong;
It carries the suitcases and trunks along.
Three is the express car with double locks;
Send what you wish in a package or box.
Four is the mail car, red, white, and blue;
It carries letters to me and to you.
Five is the passenger car, on its way;
It carries people both night and day.
Six is the sleeper car with berths one and two,
Where we can sleep the whole night through.
Seven is the dining car with tables so neat;
It’s where I go when I want to eat.
Eight is the observation car that gives a wide view;
It lets you see the countryside as you pass through.
This is the train all clickety clack it goes,
Through sunshine, wind, and rain, and snow.


Wheels on My Bike
(to the tune of “The Wheels on the Bus”)

The wheels on my bike go round like this,
Round like this, round like this;
The wheels on my bike go round like this,
All day long!

My feet on the pedals go round like this, etc.

The bell when it rings goes Ding! Ding! Ding! etc.

My breath when I ride goes Puff! Puff! Puff! etc.


My Bicycle

One wheel, two wheels on the ground,
My feet make the pedals go round and round,
Handle bars help me steer so straight,
Down the sidewalk, through the gate.


Traffic Light

Red on top,
Green below,
Red means stop,
Green means go,
Yellow means wait,
Even if you’re late.