First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for June

Tom, the Piper's Son



The Fly and the Humble Bee



Oranges and Lemons



Three Blind Mice

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 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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