Carpenter
The carpenter's hammer goes knock, knock, knock,
And his saw goes see, saw, see,
He planes and measures
He hammers and he saws
While he build something for me.

The Mail Carrier
See the mail carrier
Dressed in blue
He's walking, walking, walking
Do you think he'll bring to you
Some postcards and a letter too?

Community Helpers

Mailmen deliver mail,
Nurses help us when we're sick,
Bankers deposit money,
Farmers raise cows, goats, and chicks.

Doctors, teachers, and police,
We all need them so.
Each does an important part --
Always on the go.

Bus drivers, sales and firemen,
Couldn't do without them too!
Can't wait ‘til you grow up,
There's so many jobs for you!!

"EconSongs" by Martha C Hopkins


Goods and Services

Goods, goods, goods, are things
That we make and use.
We're buying and selling
And selling and buying
Any goods we choose.

Services are things we do
That other people use.
We're buying and selling
And selling and buying
Services that we choose.


The Market Song

Consumers buy goods from producers
Consumers buy services, too.
Consumers buy things from producers
And use them; yes, that's what they do !

Consumers! Consumers!
They pay the producers for what they use.
Consumers! Consumers!
They pay for the things that they use !

Producers make goods from resources.
Producers make services, too.
Producers make things for consumers
And sell them; yes, that's what they do !

Producers ! Producers !
They make things by using resources.
Producers ! Producers !
They make things and sell them to use.

Markets are to buy and to sell things.
Markets are where we exchange.
We exchange as we buy and sell things.
Producers, consumers exchange.

Markets, markets
Oh Markets are where we exchange, exchange.
Markets! Oh, Markets!
Producers, consumers exchange


 If I Could Build a Town
 Betsy Franco

 If I could build a town, well then,
 I know just what I'd make:
 an ice cream store, a toy shop,
 and a store with bread and cake.

 I guess I'd make a park
 and build a nifty fire station.
 Say, would you like to help me?
 It just takes imagination!


 Homes
 Betsy Franco

 Home can be trailers,
 homes can be boats,
 Home is the place
 where you hang your coat.

 Homes are apartments
 and mansions and tents.
 Homes can be wooden
 or stone or cement.

 Homes can be large,
 Homes can be tall,
 Homes can be cozy and
 friendly and small.

 Wherever you live,
 if it's old or it's new,
 your home is your
 "home sweet home" to you.


Going to the Mall
 Betsy Franco

 We start at the toy store
 and walk down each aisle -
 some stickers, some whistles,
 a glass crocodile.

 Then off the see jewelry
 like black spider rings,
 a watch, and a bracelet,
 and sparkly things.

 We look through the pet store
 at turtles and mice,
 The puppies and kittens
 and hamsters feel nice.

 We walk through the mall,
 and there's so much to do.
 Each time that we go there,
 we see something new.


 Main Street
 Betsy Franco

 The bookstore,
 the sports store,
 the grocery,

 The post office,
 bank, and the
 library,

 The firehouse,
 the clinic,
 the town police.

 The pet store,
 the shoe store,
 the bakery.

 I gave you
 a tour all along
 our main street.

 Now don't you
 agree that
 our city is neat?


 City Music
 Tony Mitton

 Snap your fingers.
 Tap your feet.
 Step out a rhythm
 down the street.

 Rap on the litter bin.
 Stamp on the ground.
 City music
 is all around.

 Beep says motor-car.
 Ding says bike.
 City music
 is what we like.


 Sharing the Road
 Betsy Franco

 From the window of our school bus,
 we can see the busy road.
 There's a dump truck and a tow truck
 and a pickup with a load.

 There's a fire truck! Police car!
 Now I see the ice cream man!
 There's a mail truck and a sports car
 and a white delivery van.

 There are cars and trucks and bicycles,
 a giant city bus.
 We can see them out the window
 as they share the road with us.


 Construction
 Lilian Moore

 The giant mouth
 chews
 rocks
 spews them
 and is back for
 more.

 The giant arm
 swings up
 with a girder
 for
 the fourteenth floor.

 Down there,
 a tiny man
 is
 telling them
 where
 to put a skyscraper.



 A City Goes to Sleep
 Betsy Franco

 The moon watches over the city at night
 The city goes out, light by light.
 The buildings are quiet, not even a peep.
 The city is slowly going to sleep.

 Some animals sleep in the bushes and parks
 while others are roaming around in the dark.
 The bark of a dog, the toot from a car,
 The clankety sound of the last streetcar.

 The fire and police station buildings are lit
 but most other workers have called it quits.
 The sidewalk is empty, the moon is bright.
 The city is falling asleep for the night.