First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for August

Ding Dong Bell



Hush-a-by Baby



The Old Woman of Norwich



The Scare-Crow

The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky

The Moon's the North Wind's cooky.

He bites it, day by day,

Until there's but a rim of scraps

That crumble all away.


The South Wind is a baker.

He kneads clouds in his den,

And bakes a crisp new moon that . . . greedy

North . . . Wind . . . eats . . . again! 

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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 Goose and the Golden Egg

There was once a Countryman who possessed the most wonderful Goose you can imagine, for every day when he visited the nest, the Goose had laid a beautiful, glittering, golden egg.


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The Goose and the Golden Egg

The Countryman took the eggs to market and soon began to get rich. But it was not long before he grew impatient with the Goose because she gave him only a single golden egg a day. He was not getting rich fast enough.

Then one day, after he had finished counting his money, the idea came to him that he could get all the golden eggs at once by killing the Goose and cutting it open. But when the deed was done, not a single golden egg did he find, and his precious Goose was dead.

Those who have plenty want more and so lose all they have.