First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for December

I Saw Three Ships



The Mulberry Bush



The North Wind and the Robin



Dance a Baby



Elf and Dormouse

Under a toadstool

Crept a wee Elf,

Out of the rain

To shelter himself.


Under the toadstool,

Sound asleep,

Sat a big Dormouse

All in a heap.


Trembled the wee Elf

Frightened, and yet

Fearing to fly away

Lest he get wet.


To the next shelter

Maybe a mile

Sudden the wee Elf

Smiled a wee smile.


Tugged till the toadstool

Toppled in two

Holding it over him

Gayly he flew.


Soon he was safe home,

Dry as could be.

Soon woke the Dormouse

"Good gracious me!


Where is my toadstool!"

Loud he lamented,

And that's how umbrellas

First were invented.

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Week 14 A Message from Africa from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting Putnam and the Wolf from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Slow Little Mud Turtle from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson The Magic Fiddle from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton The Story of Carthage from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Rain and the Rice-Planting from The Filipino Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins The Story of a Journey after a Wife from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Nursery Song by Mrs. Carter 		Water-Lilies by A. A. Milne
Sir Robin by Lucy Larcom 		Foreign Children by Robert Louis Stevenson April by J. B. Gustafson The Wind by Robert Louis Stevenson Consider 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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