First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for January

I Saw Three Ships



The Mulberry Bush



The North Wind and the Robin



Dance a Baby

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 46 The Dainty China Country from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum Horace Greeley Learning To Print from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Bragging Peacock from Among the Farmyard People by Clara Dillingham Pierson The Table, the Ass, and the Stick from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton The Adventures of Hannibal from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge While They Were Gone from The Mexican Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins Saint Margaret of Scotland (Part 2 of 2) from Our Island Saints by Amy Steedman
Three Little Maidens, Anonymous 		Puppy and I by A. A. Milne
Windy Nights by Robert Louis Stevenson 		The Land of Story-Books by Robert Louis Stevenson Gaelic Lullaby, Anonymous The Horseman by Walter de la Mare If Hope Grew on a Bush 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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