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 Counterpane

When I was sick and lay a-bed,

I had two pillows at my head,

And all my toys beside me lay,

To keep me happy all the day.


And sometimes for an hour or so

I watched my leaden soldiers go,

With different uniforms and drills,

Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;


And sometimes sent my ships in fleets

All up and down among the sheets;

Or brought my trees and houses out,

And planted cities all about.


I was the giant great and still

That sits upon the pillow-hill,

And sees before him, dale and plain,

The pleasant land of counterpane.

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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 Crow and the Pitcher

In a spell of dry weather, when the Birds could find very little to drink, a thirsty Crow found a pitcher with a little water in it. But the pitcher was high and had a narrow neck, and no matter how he tried, the Crow could not reach the water. The poor thing felt as if he must die of thirst.

Then an idea came to him. Picking up some small pebbles, he dropped them into the pitcher one by one. With each pebble the water rose a little higher until at last it was near enough so he could drink.

In a pinch a good use of our wits may help us out.


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