First Grade Read Aloud Banquet



Songs for November

Aiken Drum



King Cole



The Old Man in Leather



Ye Fairy Ship




The Caterpillar

Brown and furry

Caterpillar in a hurry,

Take your walk

To the shady leaf, or stalk,

Or what not,

Which may be the chosen spot.

No toad spy you,

Hovering bird of prey pass by you;

Spin and die,

To live again a butterfly.


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Week 31 The Road Through the Forest from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum Don't Give up the Ship from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Fussy Queen Bee from Among the Farmyard People by Clara Dillingham Pierson Snow-White from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton The Beauty of Athens from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge How They Sold the Pig from The Irish Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins How the Sea Became Dry Land and the Sky Rained Bread from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Seven Little Chicks by Wilhelmina Seegmuller
Sand-Between-the-Toes by A. A. Milne
Cherries, Anonymous
Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson Hiawatha's Childhood by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Pippa's Song by Robert Browning Mother Hen 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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