First Grade Read Aloud Banquet



Songs for December

I Saw Three Ships



The Mulberry Bush



The North Wind and the Robin



Dance a Baby




Alone

A very old woman

Lives in yon house.

The squeak of the cricket,

The stir of the mouse,

Are all she knows

Of the earth and us.


Once she was young,

Would dance and play,

Like many another

Young popinjay;

And run to her mother

At dusk of day.


And colours bright

She delighted in;

The fiddle to hear,

And to lift her chin,

And sing as small

As a twittering wren.


But age apace

Comes at last to all;

And a lone house filled

With the cricket's call;

And the scampering mouse

In the hollow wall.


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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 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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