First Grade Read Aloud Banquet



Songs for March

Baa! Baa! Black Sheep



Cock Robin and Jenny Wren



Warm Hands



Polly Put the Kettle On




Animal Crackers

Animal crackers and cocoa to drink,

That is the finest of suppers I think;

When I'm grown up and can have what I please

I think I shall always insist upon these.

What do you  choose when you're offered a treat?

When Mother says, "What would you like best to eat?"

Is it waffles and syrup, or cinnamon toast?

It's cocoa and animals that I love most!


The kitchen's the cosiest place that I know;

The kettle is singing, the stove is aglow,

And there in the twilight, how jolly to see

The cocoa and animals waiting for me.


Daddy and Mother dine later in state,

With Mary to cook for them, Susan to wait;

But they don't have nearly as much fun as I

Who eat in the kitchen with Nurse standing by;

And Daddy once said, he would like to be me

Having cocoa and animals once more for tea.


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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 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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