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 Land of Nod

From breakfast on through all the day

At home among my friends I stay,

But every night I go abroad

Afar into the land of Nod.


All by myself I have to go,

With none to tell me what to do—

All alone beside the streams

And up the mountain-sides of dreams.


The strangest things are there for me,

Both things to eat and things to see,

And many frightening sights abroad

Till morning in the land of Nod.


Try as I like to find the way,

I never can get back by day,

Nor can remember plain and clear

The curious music that I hear.

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Week 11 Puddleby from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting Franklin's Whistle from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Careless Caddis Worm from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson The Little Jackal and the Alligator from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton Early Pioneers from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge New Friends and Old (Part 1 of 2) from The Swiss Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins The Rain of Fire That Fell on a City from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Cradle Song by Elizabeth Prentiss 		Nursery Chairs by A. A. Milne
The Bluebird by Emily Huntington Miller 		Looking Forward by Robert Louis Stevenson The Wind by Robert Louis Stevenson Ladybird, Ladybird! by Caroline Bowles Southey The City Mouse and the Garden Mouse 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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