First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for June

Tom, the Piper's Son



The Fly and the Humble Bee



Oranges and Lemons



Three Blind Mice

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 40 The Rescue from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum Doctor Kane in the Frozen Sea from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston Bumble-Bees from Seed-Babies by Margaret Warner Morley Wondering Jack from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton Conquest of India from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Party from The Mexican Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins Saint Francis of Assisi (Part 2 of 2) from In God's Garden by Amy Steedman
Some Little Mice, Anonymous 		In the Fashion by A. A. Milne Swallow, Swallow, Anonymous Autumn Fires by Robert Louis Stevenson To Mother Fairie by Alice Cary Come, Little Leaves by George Cooper Flint 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.