First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for January

I Saw Three Ships



The Mulberry Bush



The North Wind and the Robin



Dance a Baby



Elf and Dormouse

Under a toadstool

Crept a wee Elf,

Out of the rain

To shelter himself.


Under the toadstool,

Sound asleep,

Sat a big Dormouse

All in a heap.


Trembled the wee Elf

Frightened, and yet

Fearing to fly away

Lest he get wet.


To the next shelter

Maybe a mile

Sudden the wee Elf

Smiled a wee smile.


Tugged till the toadstool

Toppled in two

Holding it over him

Gayly he flew.


Soon he was safe home,

Dry as could be.

Soon woke the Dormouse

"Good gracious me!


Where is my toadstool!"

Loud he lamented,

And that's how umbrellas

First were invented.

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Week 25 Smells from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting Stories about Jefferson from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston Peanuts from Seed-Babies by Margaret Warner Morley The Hut in the Forest from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton The Battle of Marathon from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Twins Get Home from The Irish Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins The Beautiful Baby Who Was Found in a River from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
White Sheep, Anonymous 		Hoppity by A. A. Milne
Who Stole the Bird's Nest? by Lydia Maria Child 		My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson Summer by Christina Georgina Rossetti The House That Jack Built, Anonymous King and Queen by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Crow and the Pitcher

In a spell of dry weather, when the Birds could find very little to drink, a thirsty Crow found a pitcher with a little water in it. But the pitcher was high and had a narrow neck, and no matter how he tried, the Crow could not reach the water. The poor thing felt as if he must die of thirst.

Then an idea came to him. Picking up some small pebbles, he dropped them into the pitcher one by one. With each pebble the water rose a little higher until at last it was near enough so he could drink.

In a pinch a good use of our wits may help us out.


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