Dr. George Washington
Carver
Elementary
Three Names, George Washington Carver (from Flocabulary)
3 names, George Washington Carver,
3 names, George Washington Carver,
3 names, George Washington Carver,
The dude knew his stuff!
3 names, George Washington Carver,
3 names, George Washington Carver,
3 names, George Washington Carver,
The dude knew his stuff!
I said, 3 names, George Washington Carver,
Inventor, teacher, friend to farmers,
Crop rotation with sweet potatoes and peanuts,
When it came to farming George was a genius.
He was the first black student to graduate,
from a science and tech college called Iowa State,
He was a teacher at Tuskegee,
A historical black school, he made a mark like grafitti.
3 names, George Washington Carver,
3 names, George Washington Carver,
3 names, George Washington Carver,
The dude knew his stuff!
Instrumental Break
3 names, George Washington Carver,
3 names, George Washington Carver,
3 names, George Washington Carver,
The dude knew his stuff!
He even built a school on wheels,
To bring his methods to farmers out in the fields,
He inspired students in science,
George Washington Carver, an agricultural giant.
Carver came up with many inventions,
Like peanut paint and peanut candy,
Peanut soap (clap, clap, clap, clap) it came in handy,
Oo, oo
Three names George Washington Carver,
Inventor, teacher, friend to farmers,
Crop rotation with sweet potatoes and peanuts,
When it came to farming George was a genius,
3 names, George Washington Carver,
3 names, George Washington Carver,
3 names, George Washington Carver,
The dude knew his stuff!
Lift Every Voice and Sing (All tracks now added)
James Weldon Johnson, J. Rosamond Johnson
Lift every voice and sing
Till earth and heaven ring
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise,
High as the list'ning skies, let it resound loud as the rolling sea
Sing a song full of faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on till victory is won.
Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chast'ning rod,
Felt in the day that hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet,
Come to the place on which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past, till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our star is cast.
God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who has brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who has by thy might,
Led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met thee,
Lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world, we forget thee,
Shadowed beneath the hand,
May we forever stand,
True to our God,
True to our native land.
Start Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare,
the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
NOT SINGING THE OTHER VERSES, BUT ADDED FOR YOUR CURIOSITY
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!