First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for November

Aiken Drum



King Cole



The Old Man in Leather



Ye Fairy Ship

The Land of Story-Books

At evening when the lamp is lit,

Around the fire my parents sit;

They sit at home and talk and sing,

And do not play at anything.


Now, with my little gun, I crawl

All in the dark along the wall,

And follow round the forest track

Away behind the sofa back.


There, in the night, where none can spy,

All in my hunter's camp I lie,

And play at books that I have read

Till it is time to go to bed.


These are the hills, these are the woods,

These are my starry solitudes;

And there the river by whose brink

The roaring lions come to drink.


I see the others far away

As if in firelit camp they lay,

And I, like to an Indian scout,

Around their party prowled about.


So when my nurse comes in for me,

Home I return across the sea,

And go to bed with backward looks

At my dear land of Story-Books.

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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

Belling the Cat

The mice once called a meeting to decide on a plan to free themselves of their enemy, the Cat. At least they wished to find some way of knowing when she was coming, so they might have time to run away. Indeed, something had to be done, for they lived in such constant fear of her claws that they hardly dared stir from their dens by night or day.

Many plans were discussed, but none of them was thought good enough. At last a very young Mouse got up and said:

"I have a plan that seems very simple, but I know it will be successful. All we have to do is to hang a bell about the Cat's neck. When we hear the bell ringing we will know immediately that our enemy is coming."

All the Mice were much surprised that they had not thought of such a plan before. But in the midst of the rejoicing over their good fortune, an old Mouse arose and said:

"I will say that the plan of the young Mouse is very good. But let me ask one question Who will bell the Cat?"

It is one thing to say that something should be done, but quite a different matter to do it.


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