Kindergarten Read Aloud Banquet

Nursery Songs for July

Over the Hills and Far Away



Bo-Peep



Buy a Broom



Lucy Locket

A Child's Garden of Verses

Bed in Summer

In winter I get up at night

And dress by yellow candle-light.

In summer, quite the other way,

I have to go to bed by day.


I have to go to bed and see

The birds still hopping on the tree,

Or hear the grown-up people's feet

Still going past me in the street.


And does it not seem hard to you,

When all the sky is clear and blue,

And I should like so much to play,

To have to go to bed by day?

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Week 26 Johnny Chuck Receives Callers The Big Road
The Walk 		The Tale of Jeremy Fisher The Tree Frog's Story What Harriet Did on Saturday The Mason Story The Coming of the King
The Man in the Moon Old Man and a Calf One, He Loves The Pigs Bat, Bat Cock and Hen Hark! Hark!
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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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