First Grade Read Aloud Banquet



Songs for January

I Saw Three Ships



The Mulberry Bush



The North Wind and the Robin



Dance a Baby




How Doth the Little Crocodile

How doth the little crocodile

Improve his shining tail,

And pour the waters of the Nile

On every golden scale!


How cheerfully he seems to grin,

How neatly spreads his claws,

And welcomes little fishes in

With gently smiling jaws!


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Week 24 Too-Too, the Listener from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting
The Ocean Gossips from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting
Decatur and the Pirates from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston Sweet Peas from Seed-Babies by Margaret Warner Morley Hans Clodhopper from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton A Cloud in the East from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Tinkers from The Irish Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins From the Land of Famine to the Land of Plenty from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
My Maid Mary, Anonymous
The King's Breakfast by A. A. Milne
Our Flag by Mary Howliston
The Hayloft by Robert Louis Stevenson Ariel's Song by William Shakespeare Nonsense Alphabet by Edward Lear Is the Moon Tired? 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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