First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for June

Tom, the Piper's Son



The Fly and the Humble Bee



Oranges and Lemons



Three Blind Mice

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star

Twinkle, twinkle, little star;

How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky!


When the blazing sun is set,

And the grass with dew is wet,

Then you show your little light,

Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.


In the dark blue sky you keep,

And often through my curtains peep,

For you never shut your eye

Till the sun is in the sky.


Then if I were in the dark,

I would thank you for your spark;

I could not see which way to go,

If you did not twinkle so.

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Week 38 The Wonderful Emerald City of Oz from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum Webster and the Poor Woman from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston Sweet Kittie Clover from Seed-Babies by Margaret Warner Morley The Wee Bannock from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton King of Macedonia from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Blessing (Part 1 of 2) from The Mexican Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins The Cluster of Grapes from the Land of Canaan from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
When the Sleepy Man Comes by Charles D. G. Roberts 		Teddy Bear by A. A. Milne
Goldenrod, Anonymous 		My Ship and I by Robert Louis Stevenson Lullaby by Christina Georgina Rossetti A Fairy Went A-Marketing by Rose Fyleman Orange 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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