First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for December

I Saw Three Ships



The Mulberry Bush



The North Wind and the Robin



Dance a Baby

Bed in Summer

In winter I get up at night

And dress by yellow candle-light.

In summer, quite the other way,

I have to go to bed by day.


I have to go to bed and see

The birds still hopping on the tree,

Or hear the grown-up people's feet

Still going past me in the street.


And does it not seem hard to you,

When all the sky is clear and blue,

And I should like so much to play,

To have to go to bed by day?

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Week 43 The Magic Art of the Great Humbug from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum
How the Balloon Was Launched from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum 		Longfellow as a Boy from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston Birds' Eggs from Seed-Babies by Margaret Warner Morley Lord Peter from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton A Great Conflict from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge Judas Iscariot Day (Part 1 of 2) from The Mexican Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins What a Wise Man Learned from an Ass (Part 2 of 2) from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Bimble, Bamble, Bumble, Anonymous 		If I Were King by A. A. Milne
The Peddler's Caravan by William Brighty Rands 		North-west Passage by Robert Louis Stevenson Milking Time by Christina Georgina Rossetti The Elephant by Hilaire Belloc The Dog Lies in His Kennel 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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