Mary Had A Little Lamb

Mary had a little lamb,
Little lamb, 
Little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow.

It followed her to school one day,
School one day,
School one day,
It followed her to school one day,
Which was against the rules.

Home on the Range

(Verse 1)
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

(Chorus)
Home, Home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, 
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

(Verse 2)
How often at night when the heavens are bright,
From the light of the glittering stars,
Have I stood there amazed, and asked as I gazed,
If their glory exceeds that of ours.

(Verse 3)
Where the air is so pure and the zephyrs so free,
And the breezes so balmy and light;
Oh, I would not exchange my home on the range
For the glittering cities so bright.

Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing
Praise for the morning
Praise for them springing, fresh from the Word!

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness
Of the wet garden
Spring in completeness, where His feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light Eden saw play
Praise with elation
Praise every morning
God's re-creation of the new day.

Class Members
Sally Appleby
John Smith
Rachel Jones
Zena Johnson
Bill Aaron