First Grade Read Aloud Banquet



Songs for March

Baa! Baa! Black Sheep



Cock Robin and Jenny Wren



Warm Hands



Polly Put the Kettle On




The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky

The Moon's the North Wind's cooky.

He bites it, day by day,

Until there's but a rim of scraps

That crumble all away.


The South Wind is a baker.

He kneads clouds in his den,

And bakes a crisp new moon that . . . greedy

North . . . Wind . . . eats . . . again! 


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Week 23 The Barbary Dragon from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting Daniel Boone's Daughter and Her Friends from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston Beans from Seed-Babies by Margaret Warner Morley Fundevogel from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton Some More about Greece from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Tale of the Leprechaun from The Irish Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins A Lost Brother Found from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Rosy Posy by Laura E. Richards
Missing by A. A. Milne
A Pretty Game, Anonymous
The Flowers by Robert Louis Stevenson I Love Little Pussy by Jane Taylor Good Night! by Victor Hugo The Days Are Clear by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Ass and the Load of Salt

A Merchant, driving his Ass homeward from the seashore with a heavy load of salt, came to a river crossed by a shallow ford. They had crossed this river many times before without accident, but this time the Ass slipped and fell when halfway over. And when the Merchant at last got him to his feet, much of the salt had melted away. Delighted to find how much lighter his burden had become, the Ass finished the journey very gayly.

Next day the Merchant went for another load of salt. On the way home the Ass, remembering what had happened at the ford, purposely let himself fall into the water, and again got rid of most of his burden.

The angry Merchant immediately turned about and drove the Ass back to the seashore, where he loaded him with two great baskets of sponges. At the ford the Ass again tumbled over; but when he had scrambled to his feet, it was a very disconsolate Ass that dragged himself homeward under a load ten times heavier than before.

The same measures will not suit all circumstances.


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The Ass and the Load of Salt