First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for January

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 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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