First Grade Read Aloud Banquet



Songs for December

I Saw Three Ships



The Mulberry Bush



The North Wind and the Robin



Dance a Baby




Tired Tim

Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him.

He lags the long bright morning through,

Ever so tired of nothing to do;

He moons and mopes the livelong day,

Nothing to think about, nothing to say;

Up to bed with his candle to creep,

Too tired to yawn, too tired to sleep:

Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him.


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Week 39 The Search for the Wicked Witch from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum The India-Rubber Man from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston A New Kind of Seed from Seed-Babies by Margaret Warner Morley Rattle-Rattle-Rattle and Chink-Chink-Chink from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton Conquest of the East from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Blessing (Part 2 of 2) from The Mexican Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins Saint Francis of Assisi (Part 1 of 2) from In God's Garden by Amy Steedman
The Ship by Gabriel Setoun
Bad Sir Brian Botany by A. A. Milne
The Lost Doll by Charles Kingsley
The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson
Autumn Fires by Robert Louis Stevenson Some One by Walter de la Mare
Who Has Seen the Wind? by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The North Wind and the Sun

The North Wind and the Sun had a quarrel about which of them was the stronger. While they were disputing with much heat and bluster, a Traveler passed along the road wrapped in a cloak.

"Let us agree," said the Sun, "that he is the stronger who can strip that Traveler of his cloak."

"Very well," growled the North Wind, and at once sent a cold, howling blast against the Traveler.


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With the first gust of wind the ends of the cloak whipped about the Traveler's body. But he immediately wrapped it closely around him, and the harder the Wind blew, the tighter he held it to him. The North Wind tore angrily at the cloak, but all his efforts were in vain.

Then the Sun began to shine. At first his beams were gentle, and in the pleasant warmth after the bitter cold of the North Wind, the Traveler unfastened his cloak and let it hang loosely from his shoulders. The Sun's rays grew warmer and warmer. The man took off his cap and mopped his brow. At last he became so heated that he pulled off his cloak, and, to escape the blazing sunshine, threw himself down in the welcome shade of a tree by the roadside.

Gentleness and kind persuasion win where force and bluster fail.


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