First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for July

Over the Hills and Far Away



Bo-Peep



Buy a Broom



Lucy Locket

Where Go the Boats?

Dark brown is the river,

Golden is the sand.

It flows along for ever,

With trees on either hand.


Green leaves a-floating,

Castles of the foam,

Boats of mine a-boating—

Where will all come home?


On goes the river

And out past the mill,

Away down the valley,

Away down the hill.


Away down the river,

A hundred miles or more,

Other little children

Shall bring my boats ashore.

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Week 47 The Lion Becomes the King of Beasts from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum
The Country of the Quadlings from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum 		A Wonderful Woman from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Discontented Guinea Hen from Among the Farmyard People by Clara Dillingham Pierson The Little Jackals and the Lion from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton The End of Carthage from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Secret Meeting (Part 1 of 2) from The Mexican Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins The Story of Job from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Moon, So Round and Yellow by Matthias Barr 		Jonathan Jo by A. A. Milne
Thanksgiving Day by Lydia Maria Child
The Rain by Robert Louis Stevenson 		Little Things, Anonymous Calico Pie by Edward Lear Mix a Pancake 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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