First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for August

Ding Dong Bell



Hush-a-by Baby



The Old Woman of Norwich



The Scare-Crow

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 24 Too-Too, the Listener from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting
The Ocean Gossips from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting 		Decatur and the Pirates from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston Sweet Peas from Seed-Babies by Margaret Warner Morley Hans Clodhopper from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton A Cloud in the East from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Tinkers from The Irish Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins From the Land of Famine to the Land of Plenty from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
My Maid Mary, Anonymous 		The King's Breakfast by A. A. Milne
Our Flag by Mary Howliston 		The Hayloft by Robert Louis Stevenson Ariel's Song by William Shakespeare Nonsense Alphabet by Edward Lear Is the Moon Tired? by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

Belling the Cat

The mice once called a meeting to decide on a plan to free themselves of their enemy, the Cat. At least they wished to find some way of knowing when she was coming, so they might have time to run away. Indeed, something had to be done, for they lived in such constant fear of her claws that they hardly dared stir from their dens by night or day.

Many plans were discussed, but none of them was thought good enough. At last a very young Mouse got up and said:

"I have a plan that seems very simple, but I know it will be successful. All we have to do is to hang a bell about the Cat's neck. When we hear the bell ringing we will know immediately that our enemy is coming."

All the Mice were much surprised that they had not thought of such a plan before. But in the midst of the rejoicing over their good fortune, an old Mouse arose and said:

"I will say that the plan of the young Mouse is very good. But let me ask one question Who will bell the Cat?"

It is one thing to say that something should be done, but quite a different matter to do it.


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