First Grade Read Aloud Banquet



Songs for February

Hot Cross Buns



Natural History



Pussy Cat



Warm Hands




The Little Plant

In the heart of a seed,

Buried deep, so deep!

A dear little plant

Lay fast asleep!


"Wake!" said the sunshine,

"And creep to the light!"

"Wake!" said the voice

Of the raindrops bright.


The little plant heard

And it rose to see

What the wonderful

Outside world might be!


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Week 7 My Father Meets a Lion from My Father's Dragon by Ruth Stiles Gannett Franklin His Own Teacher from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Biggest Frog Awakens from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson Nanny Who Wouldn't Go Home to Supper from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton The Children of Israel from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Lonely Herdsman (Part 2 of 2) from The Swiss Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins The Tower That Was Never Finished from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Somewhere Town by Kate Greenaway
The Four Friends by A. A. Milne
One, Two, Three by Henry C. Bunner
The Land of Nod by Robert Louis Stevenson America by Samuel Francis Smith
Cradle Song by Elizabeth Prentiss
The Dear Old Woman in the Lane 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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