First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for April

If All the World Were Paper



The Little Cock Sparrow



Ye Song of Sixpence



My Lady's Garden

Tired Tim

Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him.

He lags the long bright morning through,

Ever so tired of nothing to do;

He moons and mopes the livelong day,

Nothing to think about, nothing to say;

Up to bed with his candle to creep,

Too tired to yawn, too tired to sleep:

Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him.

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Week 21 Medicine and Magic from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting Clark and His Men from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Lucky Mink from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson The Golden Goose from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton The Rise of Carthage from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge Grannie Malone and the Twins from The Irish Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins From the Prison to the Palace from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
A Good Boy by Robert Louis Stevenson 		At the Zoo by A. A. Milne
Minnie and Mattie by Christina Georgina Rossetti 		Pirate Story by Robert Louis Stevenson The Shepherd by William Blake Over in the Meadow by Olive A. Wadsworth If All Were Rain 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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