First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for July

Over the Hills and Far Away



Bo-Peep



Buy a Broom



Lucy Locket

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 45 Attacked by the Fighting Trees from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum Horace Greeley as a Boy from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Quick-Tempered Turkey Gobbler from Among the Farmyard People by Clara Dillingham Pierson The Wishing Well from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton Hannibal's Vow from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Adventure from The Mexican Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins Saint Margaret of Scotland (Part 1 of 2) from Our Island Saints by Amy Steedman
Bunches of Grapes by Walter de la Mare 		Buckingham Palace by A. A. Milne
The Quarrelsome Kittens, Anonymous 		A Good Play by Robert Louis Stevenson Praying and Loving by Samuel Taylor Coleridge The Mist and All by Dixie Willson Hem 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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