First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for September

Dickory Dock



London Bridge



Puss at Court



Ye Frog's Wooing

Tired Tim

Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him.

He lags the long bright morning through,

Ever so tired of nothing to do;

He moons and mopes the livelong day,

Nothing to think about, nothing to say;

Up to bed with his candle to creep,

Too tired to yawn, too tired to sleep:

Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him.

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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 Ants and the Grasshopper

One bright day in late autumn a family of Ants were bustling about in the warm sunshine, drying out the grain they had stored up during the summer, when a starving Grasshopper, his fiddle under his arm, came up and humbly begged for a bite to eat.

"What!" cried the Ants in surprise, "haven't you stored anything away for the winter? What in the world were you doing all last summer?"

"I didn't have time to store up any food," whined the Grasshopper; "I was so busy making music that before I knew it the summer was gone."


[Illustration]

The Ants shrugged their shoulders in disgust.

"Making music, were you?" they cried. "Very well; now dance!" And they turned their backs on the Grasshopper and went on with their work.

There's a time for work and a time for play.