First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for March

Baa! Baa! Black Sheep



Cock Robin and Jenny Wren



Warm Hands



Polly Put the Kettle On

Five Eyes

In Hans' old Mill his three black cats

Watch the bins for the thieving rats.

Whisker and claw, they crouch in the night,

Their five eyes smouldering green and bright:

Squeaks from the flour sacks, squeaks from where

The cold wind stirs on the empty stair,

Squeaking and scampering, everywhere.

Then down they pounce, now in, now out,

At whisking tail, and sniffing snout;

While lean old Hans he snores away

Till peep of light at break of day;

Then up he climbs to his creaking mill,

Out come his cats all grey with meal—

Jekkel, and Jessup, and one-eyed Jill.

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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 Ants and the Grasshopper

One bright day in late autumn a family of Ants were bustling about in the warm sunshine, drying out the grain they had stored up during the summer, when a starving Grasshopper, his fiddle under his arm, came up and humbly begged for a bite to eat.

"What!" cried the Ants in surprise, "haven't you stored anything away for the winter? What in the world were you doing all last summer?"

"I didn't have time to store up any food," whined the Grasshopper; "I was so busy making music that before I knew it the summer was gone."


[Illustration]

The Ants shrugged their shoulders in disgust.

"Making music, were you?" they cried. "Very well; now dance!" And they turned their backs on the Grasshopper and went on with their work.

There's a time for work and a time for play.