First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for January

I Saw Three Ships



The Mulberry Bush



The North Wind and the Robin



Dance a Baby

Five Eyes

In Hans' old Mill his three black cats

Watch the bins for the thieving rats.

Whisker and claw, they crouch in the night,

Their five eyes smouldering green and bright:

Squeaks from the flour sacks, squeaks from where

The cold wind stirs on the empty stair,

Squeaking and scampering, everywhere.

Then down they pounce, now in, now out,

At whisking tail, and sniffing snout;

While lean old Hans he snores away

Till peep of light at break of day;

Then up he climbs to his creaking mill,

Out come his cats all grey with meal—

Jekkel, and Jessup, and one-eyed Jill.

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Week 20 The Black Prince from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting Marion's Tower from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Crayfish Mother from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson
Two Little Crayfishes Quarrel from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson 		The Ragged Pedlar from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton The Fall of Tyre from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Prize from The Filipino Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins Saint Augustine of Canterbury from In God's Garden by Amy Steedman
The Light-Hearted Fairy, Anonymous 		Jonathan Jo by A. A. Milne
Grasshopper Green, Anonymous 		Marching Song by Robert Louis Stevenson The City Child by Alfred Lord Tennyson Rock-a-Bye, Baby, Mother Goose A Frisky Lamb by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Crow and the Pitcher

In a spell of dry weather, when the Birds could find very little to drink, a thirsty Crow found a pitcher with a little water in it. But the pitcher was high and had a narrow neck, and no matter how he tried, the Crow could not reach the water. The poor thing felt as if he must die of thirst.

Then an idea came to him. Picking up some small pebbles, he dropped them into the pitcher one by one. With each pebble the water rose a little higher until at last it was near enough so he could drink.

In a pinch a good use of our wits may help us out.


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