First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for September

Dickory Dock



London Bridge



Puss at Court



Ye Frog's Wooing



Time To Rise

A birdie with a yellow bill

Hopped upon my window sill,

Cocked his shining eye and said:

"Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepy-head!"

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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 Crow

One bright morning as the Fox was following his sharp nose through the wood in search of a bite to eat, he saw a Crow on the limb of a tree overhead. This was by no means the first Crow the Fox had ever seen. What caught his attention this time and made him stop for a second look, was that the lucky Crow held a bit of cheese in her beak.

"No need to search any farther," thought sly Master Fox. "Here is a dainty bite for my breakfast."

Up he trotted to the foot of the tree in which the Crow was sitting, and looking up admiringly, he cried, "Good-morning, beautiful creature!"


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The Crow, her head cocked on one side, watched the Fox suspiciously. But she kept her beak tightly closed on the cheese and did not return his greeting.

"What a charming creature she is!" said the Fox. "How her feathers shine! What a beautiful form and what splendid wings! Such a wonderful Bird should have a very lovely voice, since everything else about her is so perfect. Could she sing just one song, I know I should hail her Queen of Birds."

Listening to these flattering words, the Crow forgot all her suspicion, and also her breakfast. She wanted very much to be called Queen of Birds.

So she opened her beak wide to utter her loudest caw, and down fell the cheese straight into the Fox's open mouth.

"Thank you," said Master Fox sweetly, as he walked off. "Though it is cracked, you have a voice sure enough. But where are your wits?"

The flatterer lives at the expense of those who will listen to him.