Listen all around, Listen for the sounds Listen listen listen, Listen all around.
Listen for the sounds Listen listen listen Hello Hello Hello Hello Hello, Listen.
Everyone listen and play.
Where are we today?
We're outside in the woods.
Yes, we're out in the woods today, near a little cottage.
There are lots of birds singing.
Listen, what makes this sound?
It's someone knocking on the door.
Knock, knock.
Rap, rap.
Listen and play again.
We're inside the cottage now.
Listen.
What makes this sound?
It's someone eating.
Clunk, clink.
Yes, it's the sound of a bowl and spoon.
Just what you need to eat porridge.
Listen again.
What sound is this?
It's something bubbling on the cooker.
It's the sound of some porridge bubbling in a pan on the cooker.
When porridge is cooking, it makes some wonderful sounds.
Let's make some of them together now.
I want you to copy the words I say.
Ready?
Bubble, bubble, bubble.
Bubble, bubble, bubble Split, splat, splot Split, splat, splot.
Plip, plap, plop.
Listen and play.
It's time to sing today.
Today's song is about porridge and it's full of all those bubbly words.
Join in with the bubble, bubble, bubble each time and sing along with me.
Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, porridge in the pot.
Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble.
Bubble, stir it piping hot Split, splat, splot Split, splat, splot Magic porridge pot!
Plip, plack, plop Plip, plack, plop Stir it, never stop Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble Porridge in the pot Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble Eat it piping hot Today's rhymes about porridge.
Listen to all the bubbly words.
Porridge is bubbling, bubbling hot.
Stir it round and round in the pot.
The bubbles blip, the bubbles plop.
The bubbles split, splat, splot.
It's ready to eat, all bubbling hot.
Porridge, porridge in the pot.
Stir it quickly, keep it hot.
Put it in a bowl, then eat the lot.
Listen, listen, listen.
It's story time.
There's a pot of porridge in today's story.
And it just won't stop bubbling.
Shh!
Listen, listen.
The story's called... The Magic Porridge Pot.
Once upon a hungry time, there was a little boy called Ted who lived with his dad in a little cottage on the edge of a forest near a small village.
Ted and his dad were very poor and had nothing to eat in the whole house and no money to buy any food.
Their tummies felt as empty as balloons.
One day Ted was out walking in the forest when he met a kind old woman who said Here Ted, take this magic pot.
You will never go hungry again if you say these magic words.
Bubble, bubble, porridge, pot.
Make me porridge, make a lot.
As soon as she had said the words, the pot started to bubble with a bubble bubble, bubble until it was full of lovely hot porridge.
Help!
It's going to spill over, said Ted.
Oh, that will never happen as long as you remember these words, said the old woman.
Magic porridge, cooking pot, no more porridge, that's the lot.
No sooner had she said the words than the pot stopped bubbling.
Ted thanked the woman very much and hurried back to the cottage.
He couldn't wait to show his dad.
A pot, a pot, we can't eat a pot, said his dad.
So Ted said the magic words.
Bubble, bubble, porridge pot.
Make me porridge, make a lot.
Just as before, the pot started to bubble with a bubble bubble bubble, until once more it was full of lovely hot porridge.
It's going to spill over, said Ted's dad.
It will never do that as long as we remember the magic words, said Ted.
Magic porridge, cooking pot, no more porridge, that's the lot.
Then they both ate the porridge with great big slurps.
At last their tummies felt full and not as empty as balloons anymore.
Ted and his dad loved the magic porridge pot and everything was fine.
But unfortunately one day something terrible happened.
While Ted was out in the forest collecting wood for the fire, his dad suddenly became very, very hungry.
He thought he'd make some porridge.
I'll only make a little bit, he thought.
So he said the magic words.
Bubble, bubble, porridge pot.
Make me porridge, make a lot.
Immediately, the pot started to bubble with a bubble bubble bubble, until it was full of lovely hot porridge.
Ted's dad started to eat, but he forgot to say the magic words to stop the pot bubbling.
It wasn't long before the porridge started to spill over the top with a bubble, bubble, bubble.
No, Gil, no, said Ted's dad, trying to remember the magic words.
Bubble, bubble, porridge pot.
Stop making porridge because I've got a lot.
Please, he said.
But they weren't the right words.
And so the magic porridge pot just kept on bubbling with a bubble, bubble, bubble.
It wasn't long before the porridge bubbled right out of the pot and onto the floor, then out of the door bubbled fast across the grass, then it flowed and flowed down the path and onto the road.
It bubbled along the street over folks' feet.
It went round the corner and into the square.
Till soon there was porridge porridge, everywhere.
By the time Ted returned, the whole village had become a huge bubbling sea of porridge.
Then he saw his dad being swept away on a moving bubbling splitting splatting, splotting river of porridge.
Ted, help! he cried out.
Ted needed to use the magic words and fast.
Magic porridge, cooking pot, no more porridge, that's the lot!
At long last, the magic pot stopped bubbling.
But by now, the whole village was covered in an ocean of porridge.
Then Ted said, I know, let's all have a porridge party.
So everyone ate well that day and all their tummies felt full and the whole village knew that no one would ever go hungry again, as long as they remembered to use the right magic words.
Today's song is about a boy and a magic porridge pot.
Join in and sing along with me.
Near a cottage in a wood, a little boy in the forest stood.
Saw an old lady passing by with a magic pot.
Bubble, bubble, porridge pot.
Make me porridge make a lot.
Don't forget the magic words.
No more.
That's Near a cottage in a wood A little boy in the forest stood.
The magic pot was bubbling hot, Spilling over the pot, Magic porridge cooking pot.
Save me, save me, save me, stop.
Stop this magic porridge pot.
No more, that's the lot.
You might like to try and learn the words to that song so you can sing it again.
Join me again soon when we can listen and play together.
Bye!
Listen, listen, listen. listen listen listen
