First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for July

Over the Hills and Far Away



Bo-Peep



Buy a Broom



Lucy Locket

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 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.