Kindergarten Read Aloud Banquet

Nursery Songs for December

I Saw Three Ships

The Mulberry Bush

The North Wind and the Robin

A Child's Garden of Verses

Winter-Time

Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.

Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.

When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.

Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
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)
Week 35	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 [Illustration]

[Illustration]

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.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

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.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

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.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

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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