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 Land of Story-Books

At evening when the lamp is lit,

Around the fire my parents sit;

They sit at home and talk and sing,

And do not play at anything.


Now, with my little gun, I crawl

All in the dark along the wall,

And follow round the forest track

Away behind the sofa back.


There, in the night, where none can spy,

All in my hunter's camp I lie,

And play at books that I have read

Till it is time to go to bed.


These are the hills, these are the woods,

These are my starry solitudes;

And there the river by whose brink

The roaring lions come to drink.


I see the others far away

As if in firelit camp they lay,

And I, like to an Indian scout,

Around their party prowled about.


So when my nurse comes in for me,

Home I return across the sea,

And go to bed with backward looks

At my dear land of Story-Books.

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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 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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