Here are some songs we like.  Do you know them?

Alouette
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette, je te plumerai.
Je te plumerai la tête,
Je te plumerai la tête,
Et la tête, et la tête,
Alouette, Alouette, Aaaah...
Alouette, gentille Alouette,
Alouette, je te plumerai.
Alouette, gentille Alouette,
Alouette, je te plumerai.
Je te plumerai le bec,
Je te plumerai le bec,
Et le bec, et le bec,
Et la tête, et la tête,
Alouette, Alouette, Aaaah...
Alouette, gentille Alouette,
Alouette, je te plumerai.
et le nez... et le dos... et les jambes...
et les pieds... et les pattes... et le cou.

Ainsi font, font, font

Ainsi font, font, font
Les petites marionnettes
Ainsi font, font, font
Trois p'tits tours et puis s'en vont

(suite)
- Les mains aux côtés,
Sautez, sautez marionnettes,
Les mains aux côtés,
Marionnettes recommencez.
Ainsi font, font, font
Les petites marionnettes
Ainsi font, font, font
Trois p'tits tours et puis s'en vont
(ou)
- Mais elles reviendront
Les petites marionnettes
Mais elles reviendront
Quand les enfants dormiront.
Ainsi font, font, font
Les petites marionnettes
Ainsi font, font, font
Trois p'tits tours et puis s'en vont

Chez l'vieux fermier Mac Donald
Chez l'vieux fermier Mac Donald
i aï i aï o
Y a des tas, des tas d'canards
i aï i aï o
Et des couac couac ci, et des couac couac là
Couac ici, couac par là
On n'entend que couac couac
Chez l'vieux fermier Mac Donald
i aï i aï o
Y a des tas, des tas d'abeilles
i aï i aï o
Et des bzzzz bzzzz ci, et des bzzzz bzzzz là
bzzzz ici, bzzzz par là
On n'entend que bzzzz bzzzz
Chez l'vieux fermier Mac Donald
i aï i aï o
Y a des tas, des tas de vaches
i aï i aï o
Et des meuh meuh ci, et des meuh meuh là
meuh ici, meuh par là
On n'entend que meuh meuh
Chez l'vieux fermier Mac Donald
i aï i aï o
Y a des tas, des tas de carp's
i aï i aï o
Et des pmh pmh ci, et des pmh pmh là
(...)
Chez l'vieux fermier Mac Donald
i aï i aï o
Y a des tas, des tas d'cochons
i aï i aï o
Et des grrroin grrroin ci, et des grrroin grrroin là
(...)
Chez l'vieux fermier Mac Donald
i aï i aï o
Y a des tas de dynamite
i aï i aï o
Et des boum boum ci, et des boum boum là
(...)

Chez l'vieux fermier Mac Donald
i aï i aï o
Y plus qu'des tas de cailloux
i aï i aï o !

This Land is Your Land

      Chorus
         This land in your land, this land is my land,
         From California, to the New York Island,
         From the redwood forests to the Gulf Stream waters,
         This land was made for you and me.

         As I was walking, that ribbon of highway,
         I saw above me that endless skyway,
         I saw below me that golden valley,
         This land was made for you and me.

         I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps,
         To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,
         And all around me a voice was sounding,
         This land was made for you and me.

         I followed your low hills and I followed your cliff rims,
         Your marble canyons and sunny bright waters,
         This voice came calling, as the fog was lifting,
         This land was made for you and me.

         As the sun was shining and I was strolling,
         Through the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
         I could feel inside me and see all 'round me
         This land was made for you and me.

Yankee Doodle

         Yankee Doodle went to town, a-riding on a pony;
         Stuck a feather in his cap and called it macaroni.
      Chorus
         Yankee Doodle keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy,
         Mind the music and the step and with the girls be handy.

         Father and I went down to camp along with Captain Gooding
         And there we saw the men and boys, as thick as hasty pudding.

         There was Colonel Washington, upon a strapping stallion,
         A-giving orders to his men, I guess there was a million.

         And there I saw a cannon barrel as big as mother's basin,
         And every time they touched it off they scampered like the
         nation.

Pink Pajamas

     (Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)
       I wear my pink pajamas in the summer when it's hot.
     I wear my flannel nighties in the winter when it's not.
       And sometimes in the springtime and sometimes in the fall,
       I jump right in between the sheets with nothing on at all.
                 Glory, glory, Hallelujah;
               Glory, glory, what's it to ya?
             Balmy breezes blowing through ya,
               With nothing on at all.

You're a Grand Old Flag

         You're a grand old flag, you're a high-flying flag,
         Forever in peace may you wave.
         You're the emblem of, the land I love,
         The home of the free and the brave.
         Every heart beats true for the red, white, and blue,
         Where there's never a boast or a brag.
         But should old acquaintance be forgot,
         Keep your eye on the grand old flag.

God Bless My Underwear

[Tune: God Bless America]
God bless my underwear, my only pair.
Stand beside them, and guide them,
Through the rips, through the holes, through the tears.
From the washer, to the dryer, to the clothesline in the air.
God bless my underwear, my only pair.