First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for March

Baa! Baa! Black Sheep



Cock Robin and Jenny Wren



Warm Hands



Polly Put the Kettle On

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 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 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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