Being able to google the title or even words of a song and find its lyrics helps keep me sane. In the good old days, I had to call a friend. Racking one's brain and trying to remember trivial information used to be a real pain. Yesterday, my younger grandson was singing, "I'm a Little Teapot", and the third line escaped me. So, I googled away and even found a second verse that I had never heard.
I'm a little teapot, short and stout
Here is my handle [one hand on hip], here is my spout [other arm out straight]
When I get all steamed up, hear me shout
Just tip me over and pour me out!
[as song ends, lean over and tip arm out like a spout]
I'm a clever teapot, yes it's true
Here's an example of what I can do
I can change my handle to my spout [switch arm positions and repeat tipping motion]
Just tip me over and pour me out
A writing, art, and history lesson might be designed around the teapot. There are numerous styles and designs. Having each student write a new verse for the teapot song and create a teapot that matches his or her personality, including a new adjective for the title, might just be your cup of tea for an after the test project.
Along this same line, I found fifty worst songs ever written while reading the NYC Educator's blog at about three o'clock this morning. At least when I can't sleep, I can find some great reading material. Check out NYC Educator's post for his suggestion for the worst song ever. (Hint: It's not about a teapot's feelings.)
