First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for May

Jack and Jill



King Arthur



Lavender's Blue



Ye Frog and Ye Crow



Elf and Dormouse

Under a toadstool

Crept a wee Elf,

Out of the rain

To shelter himself.


Under the toadstool,

Sound asleep,

Sat a big Dormouse

All in a heap.


Trembled the wee Elf

Frightened, and yet

Fearing to fly away

Lest he get wet.


To the next shelter

Maybe a mile

Sudden the wee Elf

Smiled a wee smile.


Tugged till the toadstool

Toppled in two

Holding it over him

Gayly he flew.


Soon he was safe home,

Dry as could be.

Soon woke the Dormouse

"Good gracious me!


Where is my toadstool!"

Loud he lamented,

And that's how umbrellas

First were invented.

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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 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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