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 32 The Rescue of the Tin Woodman from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum The Star-Spangled Banner from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Bay Colt Learns to Mind from Among the Farmyard People by Clara Dillingham Pierson The Story of Epaminodas and His Auntie from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton The Death of Socrates from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge What They Saw from The Irish Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins The Mountain That Smoked and Words That Were Spoken from It from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
A Verse by George MacDonald 		Knights and Ladies by A. A. Milne
I Saw a Ship by Kate Greenaway 		Foreign Lands by Robert Louis Stevenson Rushes by Christina Georgina Rossetti How Doth the Little Busy Bee by Isaac Watts A House of Cards 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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