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.