 Hi, welcome back to preschool storytime from the Long Beach Public Library. My name is Miss Shayna and I'll be your storyteller today. Do you hear that? Hi, Storytime Fairy. Is this for me? Whoa, thank you so much. I think I hear something in here. Thank you, Storytime Fairy. Do you hear that funny sound? What could be in here? I wonder. A little green lily pad? Something else in here. This looks like a big toad. That's a lot of fun. Well, I think we know what Storytime is about today. Ribbit, ribbit. Today's story is called by the light of the moon. It's written by one of my favorite author illustrators, Fran Preston Gannon. Illustrations are so beautiful. The frog play in the little guitar and a little tiny dragonfly listening over here on the lily pad. Little frog sat in the nighttime air in the swamp by the light of the moon. He sat all alone on the little green pond singing his little frog tune. All by himself, his voice was so quiet that he stopped and he let out a sigh. Singing alone is not much fun. What a sad lonely froggy am I. Do you like to sing when you're by yourself? I do, but I also really miss singing with you all at Storytime and I hope we can again soon. So he hopped and he jumped over lily pad leaves and into the blue of the night to find someone else to join his song and make it sound just right. Who do you think he can find in the pond to sing with him? I think I heard one of you say crocodile. He found a friendly crocodile who was drumming and humming in time. My friend he called, will you sing with me? Will you add your song to mine? So the crocodile hummed and beat his drum while the little frog sang his tune. But something was wrong as they both sang along in the swamp by the light of the moon. Do you think they have enough voices yet? He got a drum, he got a froggy and a guitar and crocodile. They found a group of musical mice whose sang played a flute and a gong. They made a nice trio, the little frog thought, and he asked them if they'd sing along. So the mice sang high in the dark night sky and the crocodile hummed and beat his drum while the little frog sang his tune. But something was wrong as they all sang along in the swamp by the light of the moon. Down in the murky depths of the pond some little fish swam to and fro. Froggy called down, will you sing with us? So they added their voice to the flow. So the fish sang loud, their voices proud. The mice sang high in the dark night sky and the crocodile hummed and beat his drum while the little frog sang his tune. But something was wrong as they all sang along in the swamp by the light of the moon. Some birds flew down from high above when they heard the hullabaloo. We love this song you're singing, they said, and we'd like to join in too. So the birds sang along and added their song. The fish sang loud, their voice is proud. The mice sang high in the dark night sky and the crocodile hummed and beat his drum while the little frog sang his tune. But something was wrong as they all sang along in the swamp by the light of the moon. Froggy put down his small guitar. Somehow it still wasn't right. Then he saw a shy little bug not adding her song to the night. What's wrong, he said? Why are you so quiet? Please join in and sing along. Not me, said the little bug. I'm far too small and my voice is not very strong. My friend said, Froggy, your song is unique and important like all of the rest. Even small voices count. So let's hear yours. Only you can sing your song best. So the bug sang out her very own song and her small voice carried far. She buzzed and she buzzed to the beat of the swamp and she lit up the night. Maybe she wasn't a dragonfly, maybe she was a little lightning bug. Then the birds sang along and added their song. The fish sang loud, their voice is proud. The mice sang high in the dark night sky and the crocodile hummed and beat his drum while the little frog sang his tune. And as the song spread all through the swamp, each voice blended in with the rest. Now everyone knew that the song of the swamp needed everyone's voice to sound best. Together the animals, the plants in the moon, the earth, the pond and the shining stars too. They all sang together their wonderful tune. In the swamp by the light of the moon, the moon. In the swamp by the light of the moon. Wasn't that a nice story? I'm so glad that the little lightning bug got the courage to sing. I'm so glad they all sang together. Now I'd like to sing a song that you're probably familiar with. Five green and speckled frogs. I know what you're thinking. Miss Shayna, there's only four green speckled frogs there. You're right. I lost one of them. So if you find a little felt frog hopping around, will you please return to the library for me? He misses his friends. But today we'll sing about four green and speckled frogs. Show me your froggies and your log. Four green and speckled frogs sat on a speckled log eating some most delicious bugs. Yum, yum. One jumped into the pool. Twist nice and cool. Now there are three green speckled frogs. Three green and speckled frogs sat on a speckled log eating some most delicious bugs. Yum, yum. One jumped into the pool. Where it was nice and cool. Now there are two green speckled frogs. Two green and speckled frogs sat on a speckled log eating some most delicious bugs. Yum, yum. One jumped into the pool. Where it was nice and cool. Now there is one green speckled frog. One green and speckled frog sat on a speckled log eating some most delicious bugs. Yum, yum. She jumped into the pool. Where it was nice and cool. Splash. Now there are no green speckled frogs on the log, right? That's because they jumped into the cool pond. The end. Now I'd like to sing a song called where are the froggies when the north wind blows? It's a song about animals that hibernate during the winter and wake up in the springtime. For this song, if you'd like to grab a blanky or a scarf or hanky that you can hide underneath and pretend you're hibernating and sleeping like a little froggy in the mud, you can do that. And when the spring sun comes out, we'll throw off our scarf and hop around like little froggies, okay? Where are the froggies when the north winds blow? We cannot see them in the ice and snow. Deep, deep down in the foggy, sleeping with tight, closed eyes. Warm spring sun comes out, froggies wake and hop about. Oh how happy they will be. A springtime word. Did you hop around little froggies? Great job. Now let's pretend we're bear cubs. Where do bears like to sleep in the winter? In a cave or a den? That's right. Okay little baby bears, hide in your den and cozy up for the winter. And then when the spring sun comes out, we'll wake up and we'll crawl about like little baby bears, okay? Here we go. Sun, snow, deep, deep down in their densely. Baby bears, sleeping with the warm spring sun comes out, bears. Little baby bears, I saw you crawling around. Now let's pretend we're, what's an animal we might see here in California? Squirrels? I have little squirrels that were burying peanuts in my grass in the winter to store their food, but they would go to sleep in their tree. So let's be little squirrels nestled up in our tree, okay? And when the sun comes out, we'll toss off our blankies and we'll run around like crazy little squirrels, okay? Are the squirrels when the morning cannot see them in the ice and snow? Way up high, the sun comes out. Great job little squirrels. Thank you so much for joining me today. I had so much fun sharing froggy stories and songs with you. I'll see you next time. Take care. Bye-bye.