First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for January

I Saw Three Ships



The Mulberry Bush



The North Wind and the Robin



Dance a Baby

Alone

A very old woman

Lives in yon house.

The squeak of the cricket,

The stir of the mouse,

Are all she knows

Of the earth and us.


Once she was young,

Would dance and play,

Like many another

Young popinjay;

And run to her mother

At dusk of day.


And colours bright

She delighted in;

The fiddle to hear,

And to lift her chin,

And sing as small

As a twittering wren.


But age apace

Comes at last to all;

And a lone house filled

With the cricket's call;

And the scampering mouse

In the hollow wall.

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Week 4 My Father Finds the River from My Father's Dragon by Ruth Stiles Gannett William Penn and the Indians from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Chicken Who Wouldn't Eat Gravel from Among the Farmyard People by Clara Dillingham Pierson Spindle, Shuttle, and Needle from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton Joseph in Egypt from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge A Mountain Storm (Part 1 of 2) from The Swiss Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins Saint Bridget from Our Island Saints by Amy Steedman
London Bridge, Anonymous 		The Christening by A. A. Milne
The Snow Bird by F. C. Woodworth 		Picture-Books in Winter by Robert Louis Stevenson A Chill by Christina Georgina Rossetti Little Things by Julia Fletcher Carney Hope 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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