First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for February

Hot Cross Buns



Natural History



Pussy Cat



Warm Hands

Bed in Summer

In winter I get up at night

And dress by yellow candle-light.

In summer, quite the other way,

I have to go to bed by day.


I have to go to bed and see

The birds still hopping on the tree,

Or hear the grown-up people's feet

Still going past me in the street.


And does it not seem hard to you,

When all the sky is clear and blue,

And I should like so much to play,

To have to go to bed by day?

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Week 17 The Bridge of the Apes from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting Washington's Christmas Gift from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Good Little Cranes Who Were Bad from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson The Tongue-Cut Sparrow from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton The Siege of Troy from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Typhoon from The Filipino Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins Jacob's Wonderful Dream from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Sing, Little Bird, Anonymous The Island by A. A. Milne
I Would Like You for a Comrade by Judge Parry 		Nest Eggs by Robert Louis Stevenson Little May by Emily Huntington Miller Boats Sail on the Rivers by Christina Georgina Rossetti Hurt No Living Thing 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.