First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for February

Hot Cross Buns



Natural History



Pussy Cat



Warm Hands

Five Eyes

In Hans' old Mill his three black cats

Watch the bins for the thieving rats.

Whisker and claw, they crouch in the night,

Their five eyes smouldering green and bright:

Squeaks from the flour sacks, squeaks from where

The cold wind stirs on the empty stair,

Squeaking and scampering, everywhere.

Then down they pounce, now in, now out,

At whisking tail, and sniffing snout;

While lean old Hans he snores away

Till peep of light at break of day;

Then up he climbs to his creaking mill,

Out come his cats all grey with meal—

Jekkel, and Jessup, and one-eyed Jill.

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Week 41 The Winged Monkeys from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum A Dinner on the Ice from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston Frogs from Seed-Babies by Margaret Warner Morley The Little Rabbit Who Wanted Red Wings from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton Alexander's City from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge Tonio's Bad Day (Part 1 of 2) from The Mexican Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins How the Long Journey of the Israelites Came to an End from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Will You Be My Little Wife? by Kate Greenaway 		The Alchemist by A. A. Milne
The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson 		Good and Bad Children by Robert Louis Stevenson
Who Has Seen the Wind? by Christina Georgina Rossetti 		Seal Lullaby by Rudyard Kipling Head without Hair by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Fox and the Grapes

A Fox one day spied a beautiful bunch of ripe grapes hanging from a vine trained along the branches of a tree. The grapes seemed ready to burst with juice, and the Fox's mouth watered as he gazed longingly at them.


[Illustration]

The bunch hung from a high branch, and the Fox had to jump for it, The first time he jumped he missed it by a long way. So he walked off a short distance and took a running leap at it, only to fall short once more. Again and again he tried, but in vain.

Now he sat down and looked at the grapes in disgust.

"What a fool I am," he said. "Here I am wearing myself out to get a bunch of sour grapes that are not worth gaping for."

And off he walked very, very scornfully.

There are many who pretend to despise and belittle that which is beyond their reach.