First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for August

Ding Dong Bell



Hush-a-by Baby



The Old Woman of Norwich



The Scare-Crow

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 18 The Leader of the Lions from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting
The Monkeys' Council from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting 		How Washington Got Out of a Trap from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Oldest Dragon-Fly Nymph from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson Snow-white and Rose-red from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton The Adventures of Ulysses from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge After the Storm from The Filipino Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins A Midnight Wrestling Match from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
The Rain by Robert Louis Stevenson 		The Three Foxes by A. A. Milne
The Robin by Laurence Alma-Tadema 		From a Railway Carriage by Robert Louis Stevenson What Every One Knows, Anonymous A Dewdrop by Frank Dempster Sherman Brownie 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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