First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for November

Aiken Drum



King Cole



The Old Man in Leather



Ye Fairy Ship

The Land of Counterpane

When I was sick and lay a-bed,

I had two pillows at my head,

And all my toys beside me lay,

To keep me happy all the day.


And sometimes for an hour or so

I watched my leaden soldiers go,

With different uniforms and drills,

Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;


And sometimes sent my ships in fleets

All up and down among the sheets;

Or brought my trees and houses out,

And planted cities all about.


I was the giant great and still

That sits upon the pillow-hill,

And sees before him, dale and plain,

The pleasant land of counterpane.

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Week 3 My Father Finds the Island from My Father's Dragon by Ruth Stiles Gannett Indian Pictures from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Kitten Who Lost Herself from Among the Farmyard People by Clara Dillingham Pierson Jack and the Beanstalk from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton An Old Trade-Route from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Twins Learn a New Trade (Part 2 of 2) from The Swiss Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins The Story of a Beautiful Garden from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Whisky Frisky, Anonymous Happiness by A. A. Milne
Mr. Nobody, Anonymous 		Armies in the Fire by Robert Louis Stevenson A Hint by Anna M Pratt Gaelic Lullaby, Anonymous An Emerald Is as Green as Grass 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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