First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for April

If All the World Were Paper



The Little Cock Sparrow



Ye Song of Sixpence



My Lady's Garden

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 16 Polynesia and the King from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting How Benny West Learned To Be a Painter from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Clever Water-Adder from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson Little Black Sambo from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton The Story of the Argonauts from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge Fishing from The Filipino Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins How Jacob Stole His Brother's Blessing from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Lock the Dairy Door by Celia Thaxter 		Spring Morning by A. A. Milne
Seven Times One by Jean Ingelow 		The Moon by Robert Louis Stevenson Runaway Brook by Elizabeth Lee Follen He Who Would Thrive by Benjamin Franklin Fair To See by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Milkmaid and Her Pail

A Milkmaid had been out to milk the cows and was returning from the field with the shining milk pail balanced nicely on her head. As she walked along, her pretty head was busy with plans for the days to come.

"This good, rich milk," she reused, "will give me plenty of cream to churn. The butter I make I will take to market, and with the money I get for it I will buy a lot of eggs for hatching. How nice it will be when they are all hatched and the yard is full of fine young chicks. Then when May day comes I will sell them, and with the money I'll buy a lovely new dress to wear to the fair. All the young men will look at me. They will come and try to make love to me,—but I shall very quickly send them about their business!"

As she thought of how she would settle that matter, she tossed her head scornfully, and down fell the pail of milk to the ground. And all the milk flowed out, and with it vanished butter and eggs and chicks and new dress and all the milkmaid's pride.

Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.


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