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 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 42 The Discovery of Oz the Terrible from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum Doctor Kane Gets Out of the Frozen Sea from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston Other Eggs from Seed-Babies by Margaret Warner Morley A Quick-Running Squash from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton Back to Rome Again from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge Tonio's Bad Day (Part 2 of 2) from The Mexican Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins What a Wise Man Learned from an Ass (Part 1 of 2) from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Jack Frost by Celia Thaxter 		Growing Up by A. A. Milne Wee Willie Winkie, Anonymous Where Go the Boats? by Robert Louis Stevenson Lady Moon by Lord Houghton October's Party by George Cooper If a Pig Wore a Wig by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Two Goats

Two Goats, frisking gayly on the rocky steeps of a mountain valley, chanced to meet, one on each side of a deep chasm through which poured a mighty mountain torrent. The trunk of a fallen tree formed the only means of crossing the chasm, and on this not even two squirrels could have passed each other in safety. The narrow path would have made the bravest tremble. Not so our Goats. Their pride would not permit either to stand aside for the other.

One set her foot on the log. The other did likewise. In the middle they met horn to horn. Neither would give way, and so they both fell, to be swept away by the roaring torrent below.

It is better to yield than to come to misfortune through stubbornness.


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