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Hi! My name is Ana.

I teach English as a foreign language for prek-12 kids in South America.

I also teach English to my sweetest student, my niece Catalina.

She is 3 years old and she lOvEs English.

I am also the author and designer of the books and games I sell here.

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Poems & Fingerplays

Choose a poem that is familiar to the children. Find the "pieces" needed to tell the story. Put them in a basket and put the words to the poem or a brief outline of the story in it. These can be used independently by the children to the rhyme.

Pointing to a picture when it is mentioned in the rhyme helps to associate the picture and the sound of the word, also expanding the child's vocabulary.

Have small groups act out skits of different rhymes (with only a few minutes to put together their acts)A variation on this is to give each group the rhyme to act out in pantomime, and have the other groups guess which rhyme is being acted.

Tips to use poetry with children

Read the poem by modeling your voice.

Emphasize on certain sounds or words in the poem.

Read the poem together chorally.

Teach the vocabulary for one segment at a time, followed by the lines and actions of that segment.

Use charades to review the words in the poem.

Use pictures to teach the meaning of words.

Invite children to make motions.

Prepare sets for the flannel board.

Use a puppet to read the poem again.

Send the poem home.

Record children reciting the poem, then post the tape in the listening centre.

Prepare cloze sentences for the pocket chart.

Display the poem in the classroom.

Print the poems in cards with word cards and store them in resealable bags or envelopes for children to read and play with words.

1, 2, Buckle My Shoe

1, 2, Buckle my shoe.
3, 4 Shut the door.
5, 6 Pick up sticks.
7, 8 Lay them straight.
9, 10 A big fat hen!

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Mary had a little lamb

Mary had a little lamb

little lamb, little lamb

Mary had a little lamb

its flees was white as snow

now everywhere that Mary went

Mary went, Mary went

now everywhere that Mary went

the lamb was sure to go

Three little kittens

They lost their mittens

And they began to cry,
Oh, mother, dear,
We sadly fear,
Our mittens we have lost.

What! Lost your mittens,
You naughty kittens,
Then you shall have no pie.
Meow, meow

Three blind mice

Three blind mice,
See how they run!
They all ran after a farmer's wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife.
Did you ever see such a sight in your life,
As three blind mice?

Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty
sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty
had a great fall.
All the King's horses,
And all the King's men
Couldn't put Humpty

Together again

Baa baa black sheep

Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full.
One for the master,
One for the dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.

Solomon Grundy, Born on Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Took ill on Thursday, Worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday, This is the end, Of Solomon Grundy.	A swarm of bees A swarm of bees in May, Is worth a load of hay. A swarm of bees in June, Is worth a silver spoon. A swarm of bees in July, Isn't worth a fly.	Monday's child Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go, Friday's child is loving and giving, Saturday's child works hard for a living, But the child that's born on the Sabbath day, Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
Thirty days Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November; All the rest have thirty-one, Excepting February alone, And it has twenty-eight days time, But in leap years, February has twenty-nine	Rub-a-dub, ho rub-a-dub, three men in a tub, And who do you think were there? The butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker, And all of them gone to the fair	Little Boy Blue Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn. Where is the boy who looks after the sheep? He's under a haycock, fast asleep. Will you wake him? No, not I, For if I do, he's sure to cry