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

Five Eyes

In Hans' old Mill his three black cats

Watch the bins for the thieving rats.

Whisker and claw, they crouch in the night,

Their five eyes smouldering green and bright:

Squeaks from the flour sacks, squeaks from where

The cold wind stirs on the empty stair,

Squeaking and scampering, everywhere.

Then down they pounce, now in, now out,

At whisking tail, and sniffing snout;

While lean old Hans he snores away

Till peep of light at break of day;

Then up he climbs to his creaking mill,

Out come his cats all grey with meal—

Jekkel, and Jessup, and one-eyed Jill.

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Week 5 My Father Meets Some Tigers from My Father's Dragon by Ruth Stiles Gannett One Little Bag of Rice from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Goose Who Wanted Her Own Way from Among the Farmyard People by Clara Dillingham Pierson How Brother Rabbit Fooled the Whale and Elephant from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton The Story of the Nile Flood from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge A Mountain Storm (Part 2 of 2) from The Swiss Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins The First Baby in the World and His Brother from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Bobby Shafto, Anonymous Puppy and I by A. A. Milne
An Old Rat's Tale by Laura E. Richards 		Auntie's Skirts by Robert Louis Stevenson Winter by Philip H Savage My Bed Is a Boat by Robert Louis Stevenson Bread and Milk for Breakfast 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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