First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for December

I Saw Three Ships



The Mulberry Bush



The North Wind and the Robin



Dance a Baby

The Horseman

I heard a horseman

Ride over the hill;

The moon shone clear,

The night was still;

His helm was silver,

And pale was he;

And the horse he rode

Was of ivory.

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Week 4 My Father Finds the River from My Father's Dragon by Ruth Stiles Gannett William Penn and the Indians from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Chicken Who Wouldn't Eat Gravel from Among the Farmyard People by Clara Dillingham Pierson Spindle, Shuttle, and Needle from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton Joseph in Egypt from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge A Mountain Storm (Part 1 of 2) from The Swiss Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins Saint Bridget from Our Island Saints by Amy Steedman
London Bridge, Anonymous 		The Christening by A. A. Milne
The Snow Bird by F. C. Woodworth 		Picture-Books in Winter by Robert Louis Stevenson A Chill by Christina Georgina Rossetti Little Things by Julia Fletcher Carney Hope 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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