Take It Outside: Jump Rope Rhymes for National Poetry Month

We accidentally celebrated National Poetry Month outside this week.
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It was so warm (for a few days anyway) that my girls practically lived in the backyard.  The season called to me too.  One evening I left all the dishes in the sink and and dug around for the jump ropes.  My girls have Disney princess ropes scattered around the toy room and I have a “grown up” workout rope I keep in my gym bag.

“Wanna jump?”  It was a question I haven’t asked much since elementary.

“Sure!”  My seven year old and three year old cheered.  When I play outside, I’m sort of like the guest celebrity.

We started with an old favorite from our jump rope rhyme book:

“Fortune teller please tell me

What my husband’s name will be.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G . . . ”

It was very funny to think of a husband for my seven year old that started with “I” — Ivan?  Igor?  Then she had an idea.   “Let’s make up one about junior high!”   Though she is only in second grade, she is wise in the ways of seventh grade from listening to her sister.  Here’s our rhyme:

“Sister sister

Junior High

Who’s the guy

That’s caught your eye?

A, B, C, D, E, F, G . . . ”

We felt very pleased with ourselves.  Next we did some counting rhymes from our book:

“My little sister dressed in pink

Washed all the dishes in the sink.

How may dishes did she break?

One, two, three, four, five . . . ”

“Sugar, salt, pepper, cider.

How many legs has bow legged spider?

One, two, three, four, five . . . ”

And then, inspired by the graphic tee my three year old was wearing, we made up this little counting rhyme:

“Hello Kitty

Share the love

How many stars

Are twinkling above?

One, two, three, four, five . . . ”

We kept jumping and making up silly rhymes until it was too dark to see anymore and I had to go to the bathroom (nothing is quite the same after four babies.)   When we came inside, we wrote down our new rhymes in the back pages of our jump rope rhyme book.   They’ll be there for us to use again and a sweet reminder of a spring night in the backyard.

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