First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for February

Hot Cross Buns



Natural History



Pussy Cat



Warm Hands

Where Go the Boats?

Dark brown is the river,

Golden is the sand.

It flows along for ever,

With trees on either hand.


Green leaves a-floating,

Castles of the foam,

Boats of mine a-boating—

Where will all come home?


On goes the river

And out past the mill,

Away down the valley,

Away down the hill.


Away down the river,

A hundred miles or more,

Other little children

Shall bring my boats ashore.

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Week 37 The Guardian of the Gates from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum Daniel Webster and His Brother from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston Apple Seeds from Seed-Babies by Margaret Warner Morley Mr. Vinegar from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton Alexander the Great from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Mexican Twins from The Mexican Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins
San Ramon's Day in the Morning from The Mexican Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins 		The Scapegoat in the Wilderness from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Blow, Wind, Blow, Anonymous 		Before Tea by A. A. Milne
The Rainbow Fairies by Lizzie M. Hadley 		The Little Land by Robert Louis Stevenson Can't by Christina Georgina Rossetti The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky by Vachel Lindsay How Many Seconds in a Minute? 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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