First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for December

I Saw Three Ships



The Mulberry Bush



The North Wind and the Robin



Dance a Baby

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 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

The Ants and the Grasshopper

One bright day in late autumn a family of Ants were bustling about in the warm sunshine, drying out the grain they had stored up during the summer, when a starving Grasshopper, his fiddle under his arm, came up and humbly begged for a bite to eat.

"What!" cried the Ants in surprise, "haven't you stored anything away for the winter? What in the world were you doing all last summer?"

"I didn't have time to store up any food," whined the Grasshopper; "I was so busy making music that before I knew it the summer was gone."


[Illustration]

The Ants shrugged their shoulders in disgust.

"Making music, were you?" they cried. "Very well; now dance!" And they turned their backs on the Grasshopper and went on with their work.

There's a time for work and a time for play.