1. Created by Sandra Longoria 2008 To Market, To Market This project was completed by

2. Created by Sandra Longoria 2008 Markets, stores, and businesses look different around the world.

3. Created by Sandra Longoria 2008 People are able to buy goods.

4. Created by Sandra Longoria 2008 Here are more goods that I found. Insert more clip art pictures of goods.

5. Created by Sandra Longoria 2008 People are able to buy services. What service would be helpful to this lady? What service is this man buying? What about the people on the double-decker bus? What services do policemen offer? How do we pay them for their service? What service does a doctor provide us?

6. Created by Sandra Longoria 2008 Here are more services that I found. Insert more clip art pictures of services.

7. Created by Sandra Longoria 2008 How do we pay for goods and services? We can pay with money. We can exchange with other goods and services. Put the letters in order. M Y E O N

8. Created by Sandra Longoria 2008 NeedsWants There are so many things to buy!

9. Created by Sandra Longoria 2008 Where does the money come from? People earn the money they need to buy things by w_rk__g at a j__.

10. Created by Sandra Longoria 2008 Can you name these jobs? t s a n my g re h c a e t

11. Created by Sandra Longoria 2008 Can you name these jobs? t c o or d ia n m m l a

12. Created by Sandra Longoria 2008 Can you find a picture for these jobs? ianmfer tsnoraau t

13. Created by Sandra Longoria 2008 Nobody Knows Where Our Bus Driver Goes Nobody knows Where our bus driver goes While all of us kids are at school Does he study the map, Does he take a nice nap, Or lazily lounge by the pool? Nobody knows Where our bus driver goes Nor what he may do with his time Does he work for the mayor, Is he off cutting hair, Or secretly out fighting crime? Nobody knows Where our bus driver goes He's prob'ly a spaceman from Mars But he might be a spy Or a rock-n-roll guy Who's flailing on 'lectric guitars Nobody knows Where our bus driver goes He leaves us each morning at eight All that we see Is our bus back at three And, boy, we're sure glad he's not late! Words: Jeff Mondak