First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for March

Baa! Baa! Black Sheep



Cock Robin and Jenny Wren



Warm Hands



Polly Put the Kettle On

The Cupboard

I know a little cupboard,

With a teeny tiny key,

And there's a jar of Lollypops

For me, me, me.


It has a little shelf, my dear,

As dark as dark can be,

And there's a dish of Banbury Cakes

For me, me, me.


I have a small fat grandmamma,

With a very slippery knee,

And she's the Keeper of the Cupboard

With the key, key, key.


And when I'm very good, my dear,

As good as good can be,

There's Banbury Cakes, and Lollypops

For me, me, me.

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Week 50 Nicholas, the Wood-Carver from The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus by Amelia C. Houghton The First Christmas Stocking from The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus by Amelia C. Houghton Why the Bear Has a Short Tail from The Book of Nature Myths by Florence Holbrook The Star Money from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton Nicholas' First Red Suit from The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus by Amelia C. Houghton Christmas at the Hacienda (Part 2 of 2) from The Mexican Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins Donder and Blitzen from The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus by Amelia C. Houghton
Winter Night by Mary F. Butts 		An Old Christmas Carol, Anonymous
The Dustman by Fred E. Weatherly 		The Friendly Beasts, Anonymous The First Christmas by Emilie Poulsson Christmas Song by Eugene Field A Christmas Carol 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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