First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for February

Hot Cross Buns



Natural History



Pussy Cat



Warm Hands

Alone

A very old woman

Lives in yon house.

The squeak of the cricket,

The stir of the mouse,

Are all she knows

Of the earth and us.


Once she was young,

Would dance and play,

Like many another

Young popinjay;

And run to her mother

At dusk of day.


And colours bright

She delighted in;

The fiddle to hear,

And to lift her chin,

And sing as small

As a twittering wren.


But age apace

Comes at last to all;

And a lone house filled

With the cricket's call;

And the scampering mouse

In the hollow wall.

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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 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.