First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for December

I Saw Three Ships



The Mulberry Bush



The North Wind and the Robin



Dance a Baby

The Months

January brings the snow,

Makes our feet and fingers glow.


February brings the rain,

Thaws the frozen lake again.


March brings breezes loud and shrill,

Tp stir the dancing daffodil.


April brings the primrose sweet,

Scatters daises at our feet.


May brings flocks of pretty lambs,

Skipping by their fleecy damns.


June brings tulips, lilies, roses,

Fills the children's hands with posies.


Hot July brings cooling showers,

Apricots and gillyflowers.


August brings the sheaves of corn,

Then the harvest home is borne.


Warm September brings the fruit,

Sportsmen then begin to shoot.


Fresh October brings the pheasent,

Then to gather nuts is pleasent.


Dull November brings the blast,

Then the leaves are whirling fast.


Chill December brings the sleet,

Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

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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 Frogs and the Ox

An Ox came down to a reedy pool to drink. As he splashed heavily into the water, he crushed a young Frog into the mud. The old Frog soon missed the little one and asked his brothers and sisters what had become of him.

"A great big  monster," said one of them, "stepped on little brother with one of his huge feet!"

"Big, was he!" said the old Frog, puffing herself up. "Was he as big as this?"


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"Oh, much  bigger!" they cried.

The Frog puffed up still more. "He could not have been bigger than this," she said. But the little Frogs all declared that the monster was much, much  bigger and the old Frog kept puffing herself out more and more until, all at once, she burst.

Do not attempt the impossible.