First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for April

If All the World Were Paper



The Little Cock Sparrow



Ye Song of Sixpence



My Lady's Garden

The Land of Story-Books

At evening when the lamp is lit,

Around the fire my parents sit;

They sit at home and talk and sing,

And do not play at anything.


Now, with my little gun, I crawl

All in the dark along the wall,

And follow round the forest track

Away behind the sofa back.


There, in the night, where none can spy,

All in my hunter's camp I lie,

And play at books that I have read

Till it is time to go to bed.


These are the hills, these are the woods,

These are my starry solitudes;

And there the river by whose brink

The roaring lions come to drink.


I see the others far away

As if in firelit camp they lay,

And I, like to an Indian scout,

Around their party prowled about.


So when my nurse comes in for me,

Home I return across the sea,

And go to bed with backward looks

At my dear land of Story-Books.

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Week 15 The Great Journey from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting Washington and His Hatchet from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Dragon-Fly Children and the Snapping Turtle from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson
The Snappy Snapping Turtle from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson 		Little One Eye, Little Two Eyes, Little Three Eyes from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton Out of the Shadowland from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge Dingo and the Little Brown Hen from The Filipino Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins Saint George from In God's Garden by Amy Steedman
The Rabbits, Anonymous 		Disobedience by A. A. Milne
April, Anonymous 		Historical Associations by Robert Louis Stevenson Verses from The Song of Solomon, Bible
The Rain by Robert Louis Stevenson 		Early Birds by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Frogs and the Ox

An Ox came down to a reedy pool to drink. As he splashed heavily into the water, he crushed a young Frog into the mud. The old Frog soon missed the little one and asked his brothers and sisters what had become of him.

"A great big  monster," said one of them, "stepped on little brother with one of his huge feet!"

"Big, was he!" said the old Frog, puffing herself up. "Was he as big as this?"


[Illustration]

"Oh, much  bigger!" they cried.

The Frog puffed up still more. "He could not have been bigger than this," she said. But the little Frogs all declared that the monster was much, much  bigger and the old Frog kept puffing herself out more and more until, all at once, she burst.

Do not attempt the impossible.