First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for February

Hot Cross Buns



Natural History



Pussy Cat



Warm Hands

Five Eyes

In Hans' old Mill his three black cats

Watch the bins for the thieving rats.

Whisker and claw, they crouch in the night,

Their five eyes smouldering green and bright:

Squeaks from the flour sacks, squeaks from where

The cold wind stirs on the empty stair,

Squeaking and scampering, everywhere.

Then down they pounce, now in, now out,

At whisking tail, and sniffing snout;

While lean old Hans he snores away

Till peep of light at break of day;

Then up he climbs to his creaking mill,

Out come his cats all grey with meal—

Jekkel, and Jessup, and one-eyed Jill.

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Week 13 More Money Troubles from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting A Great Good Man from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Runaway Water Spiders from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson Tom Tit Tot from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton King Solomon's Fleet from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge Introduction to the Twins and Their Home from The Filipino Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins
Old Bobtail's Temper from The Filipino Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins 		How an Angel's Voice Saved a Boy's Life from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Singing by Robert Louis Stevenson 		Daffodowndilly by A. A. Milne
The Bow That Bridges Heaven by Christina Georgina Rossetti 		The Sun Travels by Robert Louis Stevenson The Caterpillar, Anonymous
Who Has Seen the Wind? by Christina Georgina Rossetti 		Linnets by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Two Goats

Two Goats, frisking gayly on the rocky steeps of a mountain valley, chanced to meet, one on each side of a deep chasm through which poured a mighty mountain torrent. The trunk of a fallen tree formed the only means of crossing the chasm, and on this not even two squirrels could have passed each other in safety. The narrow path would have made the bravest tremble. Not so our Goats. Their pride would not permit either to stand aside for the other.

One set her foot on the log. The other did likewise. In the middle they met horn to horn. Neither would give way, and so they both fell, to be swept away by the roaring torrent below.

It is better to yield than to come to misfortune through stubbornness.


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