First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for January

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 16 Polynesia and the King from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting How Benny West Learned To Be a Painter from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Clever Water-Adder from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson Little Black Sambo from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton The Story of the Argonauts from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge Fishing from The Filipino Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins How Jacob Stole His Brother's Blessing from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Lock the Dairy Door by Celia Thaxter 		Spring Morning by A. A. Milne
Seven Times One by Jean Ingelow 		The Moon by Robert Louis Stevenson Runaway Brook by Elizabeth Lee Follen He Who Would Thrive by Benjamin Franklin Fair To See 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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