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

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 41 The Winged Monkeys from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum A Dinner on the Ice from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston Frogs from Seed-Babies by Margaret Warner Morley The Little Rabbit Who Wanted Red Wings from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton Alexander's City from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge Tonio's Bad Day (Part 1 of 2) from The Mexican Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins How the Long Journey of the Israelites Came to an End from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Will You Be My Little Wife? by Kate Greenaway 		The Alchemist by A. A. Milne
The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson 		Good and Bad Children by Robert Louis Stevenson
Who Has Seen the Wind? by Christina Georgina Rossetti 		Seal Lullaby by Rudyard Kipling Head without Hair 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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