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From YouTube: San Bruno Library Presents "Once Upon a Time" #43

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San Bruno Library Presents "Once Upon a Time"
Storytime 43
"Stories that Rhyme"
Taped by San Bruno Cable
October 2011
trt 28:18

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Story, time story, time story, time.

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Storytime storytime.

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Hi and welcome to San Bruno Library presents once upon a time and I'm miss Rocky and I work at the San Bruno library, and some of you may know me from working at the San Bruno library or from here at the once-upon-a-time San Bruno library presents so today, I'm gonna read stories with rhymes I love stories that rhyme and today that's what I'm gonna read to you. But first, let's start with our hello song, we got to start with our hello song, ready hello, my friends, hello, my friends.

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How are you, how are you very well I? Thank you very well I. Thank you. How about you, how about you all right, I hope, you're, all awake and ready for some fun stories, because today, I'm gonna read to you when I grow up by Al Yankovic, and what does he look like here this little boy like a fireman right? Do you think he wants to become a fireman when he grows up and find out when I grow up? What do you want to be when you grow up?

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Do you know I waited so long for the hours to pass, but soon it was noon there in mrs. krump's class and Thursday at noon as I'm sure you know. Well it's time of the week when we do show-and-tell and this week the subject so special to me was when I grow up. What I am going to be that something I'd really been thinking about and I just couldn't wait to. Let all those thoughts out.

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So when mrs. Crump said who's ready to share, you can guess who was there with his hand in the air I raised both my hands as high as they'd go and I bounced up and down? And then what do you know? Well, mrs. Crump picked me yes me to go. First and oh I was so happy. I thought I would burst. I proudly stood up and began my oration concerning my choice for a future vocation.

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Esteemed friends and colleagues and dear mrs. Crump I know what I'm gonna be when I grow up.

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Why I'll be the greatest chef you've ever seen? The world will go crazy for my hot cuisine, I'll tantalize, taste buds with my rigatoni sauteed, with black truffles and pickled Bologna, surrounded by kumquats and candied pig's feet top with shrimp flavored la vie pots, ooh, Bon Appetit. My walls will be filled with awards that I've gotten for toast on a stick and my Twinkies, a gratin. My kitchen will be the most famous in France, so make reservations twelve years in advance. There's no doubt about it.

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I'm certain you see a world-renowned chef is what I'm gonna be.

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That's very nice, Billy sweet, mrs. krump's said he wants to go next, maybe Susie or Fred I said hey the fan now I haven't departed. Hang on to your seats, cuz I'm just getting started.

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See maybe instead I could be a snail trainer man. That would be awesome. Why that's a no-brainer I'll teach all my snails to do really neat tricks, they'll play dead rollover and even fetch sticks. Of course all the sticks will come back two years later, but working with snails I mean what could be greater they'll do any stunts that I, like honey, merrily I'll train him to pedal a bike really slowly, then jump I mean mousse through a huge ring of fire and crawl at a snail's pace across a high wire.

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Then finish my writing, my name with their trails. That's right, I'll be Billy. The master of snails.

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Or s, or else maybe I'll be the lathe operator who makes the hydraulic torque wrench calibrator, which fine Tunes the wrench that specifically made to retighten the nuts on the lateral blade, that's directly beneath the main radial sockets inside cooling systems on X, 14 Rockets, and since this professions as cool as can be well, who would be better to do it than me say: here's an idea, perhaps just for laughs I, might make my living by milking giraffes. It's oh, so cliche to get milk from a cow and I bet.

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All those cows need a break. Anyhow. Imagine me milking way up in the air. I'd use a tall ladder instead of a chair.

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What milking giraffes mrs. Crump said? Oh please, I countered, hi Lance. Would we make giraffe cheese now, don't interrupt me I'm not really through. Yet there's still lots of stuff that I'm planning to do yet, because maybe I'll be a gorilla, masseuse or.

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An artist who scopes out of chocolate, mousse or a rodeo clown, or a movie director, or maybe professional pickle inspector or a big sumo rest or hedge fund investor or smelly pits knipfing to deodorant tester.

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I'll be an expert on nuclear fission or as a foot model or friendly, mortician or waiter, or skater, or master debater, or dinosaur dusting museum, curator or TV repairman or sidewalk son waiver, a part-time assistant, tarantula shaver, and that's about when mrs. Crump said now belly. Please make up your mind. This is getting quite silly, which one of those things are you going to choose mm I shuffled around and I.

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Looked at my shoes and finally, I said my great-grandfather Bob's been a whole lot of things and a whole bunch of jobs, a butcher, a barber, a bellman, a bouncer, a telephone psychic and a bingo announcer and know what he just turned a hundred and three and he's still not quite sure what he wants to be see. I'm only eight now so frankly, I'm hopin you'll cut me some slack. If I leave options open, let's just wait and find out what my future brings.

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Hey I might have time to do all of those things and then the bell rang and we all went to lunch and I was sipping. My pineapple punch, I pondered professions that I'd like to enter like brave, firefighter or crazy inventor.

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Or maybe just maybe now, when I grow up I can be a great teacher like dear mrs. Crupp and there she has a letter from Billy teacher Billy for miss Crump love, Billy, B and when I grow up. So what do you want to be when you grow up? Have you figured it out all of those things? Maybe all right. So, let's start with another story, and this one is another rhyming story called being friends.

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And this one is by Karen Beaumont I am me, and you are you I like red and you like blue I,.

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Like purple, you do too, we both like being friends, you are you and I. Am me you're, a princess sipping tea and I'm a swinging chimpanzee.

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You like make up gems and jewels I like spaceships rockets and tools, and we both like being friends I.

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Like jeans and you like, gowns I, like caps and you like crowns I like hanging upside down and you like twirling round and round I, do cartwheels you jump rope. We both look through the telescope. We both like being friends.

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You like cookies and I like cake, which will we decide to bake eeny, meeny miny moe, sift the flour and stir the dough I like books. You read to me: oh I, like adding two plus three, you like spelling, CAT I. Like books, you read to me: we both like being friends, I'm a monster and you're a queen. We trick-or-treat on Halloween.

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You scare me, then I scare, you we like the spooky stories, boo.

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You hate, mushrooms and I hate Peas, pepperoni pizza, please I.

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Like jumping on the bed, and you like, standing on your head I like mornings and you like nights, we both like having pillow fights. We both like being friends I like Saturn, and you like Mars. We both like counting falling stars, I, pretend that I am you copycat. You do too.

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Sometimes we may play all day. Sometimes we need time away. I like you and you like me and though we're different, as can be, we both like being friends, be and being friends, you may have a friend who's opposite of you who's, nothing like you right and that's what makes it great to be friends. You can learn from each other, so we're gonna, take a break and come back, get a drink of water or a drink of Jews and come back and I'll. See you after the break, see you in a little bit.

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I hope you find a home.

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Chill raw and prepared foods promptly, one in six Americans will get sick from food poisoning. This year check your steps at foodsafety.gov.

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In the event of a car crash, three out of four kids are not as secure as they should be because their car seats are not used correctly, but the last system makes it easier to get it right and to hold your kids tight.

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Her tether latch learn more at safercar.gov.

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I am folding, the pants pants are long.

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Didn't go on my head: Dubey. Do the poem I think everyday moments can become teaching moments because learning starts long before school does give your child the start? They need at born learning, gorg.

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Clean kitchen surfaces, utensils and hands with soapy water, one in six Americans will get sick from food poisoning this year. Keep your family safer check your steps at foodsafety.gov.

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Getting closer to nature can get you closer to your family. Go to discover the forest gorg.

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Welcome back to once, upon a time, San, Bruno library, presents and I'm here reading to you stories that rhyme I hope you enjoyed the last two books that I read and now I'm going to read you another book that rhymes, it's called, whose garden is it by Marianne Hoberman and if you ever want to come into the library, and we can find you books that you want books that rhyme we are happy to help. You find books that rhyme, like these picture books and easy readers like dr.

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Seuss right whose garden is it by Marianne Hoberman, mrs. McGee went out walking one day as she was cheerfully wending her way she passed by a garden with colors so bright. She never had seen such a beautiful sight. How splendid, how pleasant? How simply exquisite this garden is perfect, but whose garden is it.

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The gardener answer it clearly is can be this garden. You see belongs only to me. I am the owner, and everyone knows it. I am the person who plants it and grows it see how I keep it in first-rate condition. No one can come here without my permission.

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The gardener bowed and allowed her to pass that went back to weeding and seeding the grass. He grumbled to see that some lettuce was gone and stamped on some strange bumpity lumps in the lawn.

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Then mrs. McGee heard a sharp little squeak puffed a rabbit who started to speak. He says that is his, but I cannot agree. If no one can come here, then what about me? I've lived here. My whole life here just see how I died. He grows my dinner, this garden is mine.

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Not so snip the woodchuck from under a wall, you eat just a little but I eat it all I double each bet and each leaf and each mine I eat the whole garden. This garden is mine,.

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It's mine, the Pertwee turd from high in a tree. The worms in the garden were put here for me not so side the worm. Why I make the soil fine and that's why I'm put here this garden is mine.

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It's mine, the wasp rumbled I've built a fine nest here. It's mine buzz the honeybee you're, just the pest here, I pollinate flowers. It's easy to see this garden will not even be without me or me. He bragged, the butterfly beggin, your pardon I, to spread the pollen all over this garden.

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It's mine, squeaked, the squash bug, no mine, wind, the flea, no mine snap, the beetle it's planted for me, not so the snake hissed from down under a pine I feast on the fellows this garden is mine.

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It's mine grown the mole. It is full of my furrows. It's mine, squealed, the bowl, see my bumps and my burrows.

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The toads and the turtles, the squirrels and the hares did the Chipmunks and the crickets all claimed it was theirs.

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Then mrs. McGee heard a hum in her ear. Who was that calling her? What did she hear? It's mine, a planted, rustled I blossom in season. If this is a garden, then I am the reason. No mine weed whistled, a wade in the breeze. You have to be planted. I grow as I. Please.

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It's mine breathe the soil. That is perfectly clear. Nothing could grow here if I were not here, it is mine, buck the tree for I, shelter and shade you and, as my leaves fall year by year, I have made you. Oh it's mine, smile, the sun shining down on the tree, I bring heat I, bring light, nothing lives without me.

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Nothing lives without me. This is perfectly plain. My showers bring flowers, it's mine, cried the rain.

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Then mrs. McGee heard a faint little sound. Something was murmuring under the ground, something that seemed as if she were quite near it holding her breath. She bent over to hear it. It is mine to seed whispered, although I am small, I am beginning the start of it all. The others may help me, but all of them know without me to grow from no garden would grow. The.

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Sun was now setting the day growing late. The gardener called as she walked up the gate. Now wasn't my garden a fine place to visit, but still she kept wondering. Are you still wondering pondering and wondering whose garden is it? hmm That's the question whose garden is it the and all right? Let's do a little song called two little blackbirds you're gonna have your thumbs up like this, and can you bring out your pinkies and have them fly in the air like this?

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So your pinky and your thumb very good now bring your pinky in and just your thumbs up like this and we're gonna have them sitting on a hill ready two little blackbirds sitting on a hill one named Jack and the other named Jill fly away. Jack fly away, Jill come back, Jack come back Jill, very good. Now, let's try that again, two little blackbirds sitting on a hill one named Jack and the other named Jill fly away.

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Jack fly away, Jill come back, Jack come back, Jill, very good, all right now, let's do another story, and this one's called ain't. Gonna paint no more by Karen Beaumont I. Just read another story from her earlier.

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She's got lots of books that rhyme Karen Beaumont one day my mama taught me painting pictures on the floor and the ceiling and the walls and the curtains and the door and I heard my momma holler, like I, never did before.

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Oh he's in trouble, yeah I ain't, gonna paint, no more I.

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Ain't gonna paint no more, no more I ain't, gonna paint, no more.

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That's what I say, but there ain't no way that I ain't gonna paint no more. Oh he's bringing down the paints so I take some red and I paint. My head now, I ain't gonna paint, no more! What the heck I'm gonna paint my neck.

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Now I ain't gonna paint, no more still, I just can't rest till I paint my chest now: I ain't, gonna paint! No more guess! There ain't no harm! If I paint my.

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Now, I ain't gonna paint no more I ain't, gonna paint, no more, no more I ain't, gonna paint, no more, but I just can't stand not to paint my hand now. I ain't gonna paint no more, but then I see some black, so I paint my back now. I ain't gonna paint no more like an easter egg. I'm gonna paint my legs now how I ain't gonna paint? No more still. I ain't, complete till I paint my feet now who I ain't, gonna paint, no more wow.

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Look at all those colors I ain't, gonna paint, no more! No more I ain't, gonna paint, no more but I'm such a nut. I'm gonna paint my Oh.

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Mommy's not happy you all, don't faint, because there ain't no paint so I ain't, gonna paint no more be, and you think you stop painting I, don't think so, but hopefully you won't paint his whole body again. Wow. Thank you. So much I had such a great time. Reading stories to you today.

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I hope you can visit me at the library, miss Rocky or miss Barbara or miss Susan were all the children's section please come in and ask us any questions were happy to find you any type of book that you want to read or need to read all right so see you next time and thanks for for watching Samuel IV presents once upon a time see you later bye.

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So sit me down and let the smell be.

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I'll find myself in story time again.

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Story, time story, time story, time.