A visual mihi of our journey in Te Reo Pakeha

 Kia ora koutou Ngā Here Kahikatea whanau.  I am super thrilled to be teaching you all in 2021.  I want us to start off by thinking about what matters to each of us in terms of listening and telling stories.

Your task is to create a visual collage about the stories that matter most to you.  What images will tell the following stories:

• Where were you born?
• What three places are special to you?
• What is or was your favourite children's storybook?
• What is or was your favourite nursery rhyme or children's poem?
• A song you like because of the story it tells?
• What is a line from a favourite song of yours that is powerful for you?
• Who or what do you love most?
• What did you read over summer that you enjoyed (short or long text)?
• What did you watch over summer that you enjoyed?

Below, I have made a collection of my answers, which I then need to organise into a collage.  Your task today is to make a collection of your answers on a doc in your NHK English folder.

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat

BY EDWARD LEAR

I

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea

   In a beautiful pea-green boat,

They took some honey, and plenty of money,

   Wrapped up in a five-pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,

   And sang to a small guitar,

"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,

    What a beautiful Pussy you are,

         You are,

         You are!

What a beautiful Pussy you are!"

II

Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!

   How charmingly sweet you sing!

O let us be married! too long we have tarried:

   But what shall we do for a ring?"

They sailed away, for a year and a day,

   To the land where the Bong-Tree grows

And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood

   With a ring at the end of his nose,

             His nose,

             His nose,

   With a ring at the end of his nose.

III

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling

   Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."

So they took it away, and were married next day

   By the Turkey who lives on the hill.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,

   Which they ate with a runcible spoon;

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,

   They danced by the light of the moon,

             The moon,

             The moon,

They danced by the light of the moon.

Sam Prebble, Great God! This is an Awful Place -