Kindergarten Read Aloud Banquet

Nursery Songs for December

I Saw Three Ships



The Mulberry Bush



The North Wind and the Robin



Dance a Baby

A Child's Garden of Verses

From a Railway Carriage

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,

Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;

And charging along like troops in a battle

All through the meadows the horses and cattle:

All of the sights of the hill and the plain

Fly as thick as driving rain;

And ever again, in the wink of an eye,

Painted stations whistle by.


Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,

All by himself and gathering brambles;

Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;

And there is the green for stringing the daisies!

Here is a cart run away in the road

Lumping along with man and load;

And here is a mill and there is a river:

Each a glimpse and gone for ever!

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Week 35 The Greatest Thing in the World Naming the Horse
The Spotted Calf 		The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin A Gossiping Fly The Great White Bear The Pole-Men Story St. Paul, the Servant of Christ (Part 2 of 2)
The Man in the Wilderness Little Miss Muffet Little Jack Horner Diddle Diddle Dumpling The Bird Scarer Ring o' Roses Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
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Old Old Tales Retold  by Frederick Richardson
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dropcap image NE DAY as the Little Red Hen was scratching in a field, she found a grain of wheat.

"This wheat should be planted," she said. "Who will plant this grain of wheat?"

        "Not I," said the Duck.

        "Not I," said the Cat.

        "Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.


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Soon the wheat grew to be tall and yellow.


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"The wheat is ripe," said the Little Red Hen. "Who will cut the wheat?"

        "Not I," said the Duck.

        "Not I," said the Cat.

        "Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.


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When the wheat was cut, the Little Red Hen said, "Who will thresh this wheat?"

        "Not I," said the Duck.

        "Not I," said the Cat.

        "Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.



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When the wheat was all threshed, the Little Red Hen said, "Who'll take this wheat to the mill?"

        "Not I," said the Duck.

        "Not I," said the Cat.

        "Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.


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She took the wheat to the mill and had it ground into flour. Then she said, "Who will make this flour into bread?"

        "Not I," said the Duck.

        "Not I," said the Cat.

        "Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.


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She made and baked the bread. Then she said, "Who will eat this bread?"

        "Oh! I will," said the Duck.

        "And I will," said the Cat.

        "And I will," said the Dog.

"No, no!" said the Little Red Hen. "I will do that." And she did.


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