First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for December

I Saw Three Ships



The Mulberry Bush



The North Wind and the Robin



Dance a Baby

The Months

January brings the snow,

Makes our feet and fingers glow.


February brings the rain,

Thaws the frozen lake again.


March brings breezes loud and shrill,

Tp stir the dancing daffodil.


April brings the primrose sweet,

Scatters daises at our feet.


May brings flocks of pretty lambs,

Skipping by their fleecy damns.


June brings tulips, lilies, roses,

Fills the children's hands with posies.


Hot July brings cooling showers,

Apricots and gillyflowers.


August brings the sheaves of corn,

Then the harvest home is borne.


Warm September brings the fruit,

Sportsmen then begin to shoot.


Fresh October brings the pheasent,

Then to gather nuts is pleasent.


Dull November brings the blast,

Then the leaves are whirling fast.


Chill December brings the sleet,

Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

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Week 19 The Rarest Animal of All from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting Washington's Last Battle from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Eels' Moving Night from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson The Pied Piper from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton The Dawn of History from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Rooster at the Harvest Festival from The Filipino Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins The Rich Man's Son Who Was Sold as a Slave from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Little Cock-Sparrow, Anonymous Politeness by A. A. Milne
Baby Seed Song by Edith Nesbit
A Good Boy by Robert Louis Stevenson 		Pippa's Song by Robert Browning Autumn Fires by Robert Louis Stevenson Delight by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Fox and the Grapes

A Fox one day spied a beautiful bunch of ripe grapes hanging from a vine trained along the branches of a tree. The grapes seemed ready to burst with juice, and the Fox's mouth watered as he gazed longingly at them.


[Illustration]

The bunch hung from a high branch, and the Fox had to jump for it, The first time he jumped he missed it by a long way. So he walked off a short distance and took a running leap at it, only to fall short once more. Again and again he tried, but in vain.

Now he sat down and looked at the grapes in disgust.

"What a fool I am," he said. "Here I am wearing myself out to get a bunch of sour grapes that are not worth gaping for."

And off he walked very, very scornfully.

There are many who pretend to despise and belittle that which is beyond their reach.