First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for March

Baa! Baa! Black Sheep



Cock Robin and Jenny Wren



Warm Hands



Polly Put the Kettle On

Five Eyes

In Hans' old Mill his three black cats

Watch the bins for the thieving rats.

Whisker and claw, they crouch in the night,

Their five eyes smouldering green and bright:

Squeaks from the flour sacks, squeaks from where

The cold wind stirs on the empty stair,

Squeaking and scampering, everywhere.

Then down they pounce, now in, now out,

At whisking tail, and sniffing snout;

While lean old Hans he snores away

Till peep of light at break of day;

Then up he climbs to his creaking mill,

Out come his cats all grey with meal—

Jekkel, and Jessup, and one-eyed Jill.

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Week 22 Red Sails and Blue Wings from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting
The Rats' Warning from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting 		Daniel Boone and His Grapevine Swing from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Playful Muskrats from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson The Sausage from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton Hanno's Adventures from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Tea-Party from The Irish Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins How Joseph's Dream Came True from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
There Was a Little Robin by Wilhelmina Seegmuller 		Rice Pudding by A. A. Milne
Dame Duck's First Lecture on Education, Anonymous 		The Cow by Robert Louis Stevenson Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson Evening Hymn by Reginald Heber Daisies 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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