Презентация Mother Goose Rhymes

Mother Goose Rhymes. Mother Goose rhymes is a collection of poems for children and grown-ups. Who was mother goose nobody knows for sure. Some people say that in Boston lived a woman called Eliza Goose who made up funny nursery rhymes for her grand children, she actually printed the book under the title “Songs of the Nursery or Mother Goose’s Melodies for Children”. Others think she was a London nurse Martha Gooch. She was a capital nurse and in great to care for newly-born babies. She liked to croon queer rhymes and jingles over the cradles of her babies which seemed so funny and senseless that people began to call her Mother Goose. Doctor Ronald Barclay got interested in them. He wrote them all down as “Melody Rhymes of mother Goose”. The songs that are collected under this name are what we love; many of them are complete stories in themselves. We have loved them since our childhood thanks to Russian children’s poets Самуил Яковлевич Маршак and Корней Иванович Чуковский who translated them into Russian. We are going to recite some of the rhymes, show you some pictures and sing a song. The man in the wildernessThe man in the wildernessAsked of me‘How many strawberriesGrow in the sea?’I answered himAs I thought good,‘As many as red herringsGrow in the wood’. Mary had a little lambMary had a little lamb, It’s fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary wentThat lamb was sure to go. Solomon GrundySolomon Grundy,Born on a 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. The was a little girl.There was a little girl,And she had a little curlRight in the middle of her forehead;When she was good,She was very, very good,But when she was bad,She was horrid. Humpty-DumptyHumpty-Dumpty sat on a wallHumpty-Dumpty had a great fallAll the king’s horses andAll the king’s menCouldn’t put HumptyTogether again. There was a crooked man.There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile.He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,And they all lived together in a little crooked house. Black sheepBaa, baa, black sheep,Have you any wool?Yes, sir, yes, sir,Three bags full;One for the master,And one for the dame,And one for the little boyWho lives down the lane. I see the moonI see the moon,And the moon sees me,And the moon sees somebodyI want to see.God bless the moon,And God bless me,And God bless the somebodyI want to see. Fairy tales and legends live the longest. They are told to the youngest by mothers, grandmothers and nannies. Every country has its own fairy tales and songs. They are part of the English-speaking countries folklore, people who learn English should learn them.