First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for September

Dickory Dock



London Bridge



Puss at Court



Ye Frog's Wooing

The Land of Story-Books

At evening when the lamp is lit,

Around the fire my parents sit;

They sit at home and talk and sing,

And do not play at anything.


Now, with my little gun, I crawl

All in the dark along the wall,

And follow round the forest track

Away behind the sofa back.


There, in the night, where none can spy,

All in my hunter's camp I lie,

And play at books that I have read

Till it is time to go to bed.


These are the hills, these are the woods,

These are my starry solitudes;

And there the river by whose brink

The roaring lions come to drink.


I see the others far away

As if in firelit camp they lay,

And I, like to an Indian scout,

Around their party prowled about.


So when my nurse comes in for me,

Home I return across the sea,

And go to bed with backward looks

At my dear land of Story-Books.

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Week 44 Away to the South from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum Kit Carson and the Bears from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Fine Young Rat and the Trap from Among the Farmyard People by Clara Dillingham Pierson Titelli-Ture from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton The Roman Fleet from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge Judas Iscariot Day (Part 2 of 2) from The Mexican Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins How Moses Looked Upon the Promised Land from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
A Bonny Boat by Margaret Johnson 		Vespers by A. A. Milne
Peterkin Pout and Gregory Grout by Laura E. Richards 		Fairy Bread by Robert Louis Stevenson Good Night! by Victor Hugo The Fairies Have Never a Penny to Spend by Rose Fyleman Goodbye by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Fox and the Crow

One bright morning as the Fox was following his sharp nose through the wood in search of a bite to eat, he saw a Crow on the limb of a tree overhead. This was by no means the first Crow the Fox had ever seen. What caught his attention this time and made him stop for a second look, was that the lucky Crow held a bit of cheese in her beak.

"No need to search any farther," thought sly Master Fox. "Here is a dainty bite for my breakfast."

Up he trotted to the foot of the tree in which the Crow was sitting, and looking up admiringly, he cried, "Good-morning, beautiful creature!"


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The Crow, her head cocked on one side, watched the Fox suspiciously. But she kept her beak tightly closed on the cheese and did not return his greeting.

"What a charming creature she is!" said the Fox. "How her feathers shine! What a beautiful form and what splendid wings! Such a wonderful Bird should have a very lovely voice, since everything else about her is so perfect. Could she sing just one song, I know I should hail her Queen of Birds."

Listening to these flattering words, the Crow forgot all her suspicion, and also her breakfast. She wanted very much to be called Queen of Birds.

So she opened her beak wide to utter her loudest caw, and down fell the cheese straight into the Fox's open mouth.

"Thank you," said Master Fox sweetly, as he walked off. "Though it is cracked, you have a voice sure enough. But where are your wits?"

The flatterer lives at the expense of those who will listen to him.