First Grade Read Aloud Banquet



Songs for March

Baa! Baa! Black Sheep



Cock Robin and Jenny Wren



Warm Hands



Polly Put the Kettle On




Alone

A very old woman

Lives in yon house.

The squeak of the cricket,

The stir of the mouse,

Are all she knows

Of the earth and us.


Once she was young,

Would dance and play,

Like many another

Young popinjay;

And run to her mother

At dusk of day.


And colours bright

She delighted in;

The fiddle to hear,

And to lift her chin,

And sing as small

As a twittering wren.


But age apace

Comes at last to all;

And a lone house filled

With the cricket's call;

And the scampering mouse

In the hollow wall.


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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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