First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for May

Jack and Jill



King Arthur



Lavender's Blue



Ye Frog and Ye Crow



Elf and Dormouse

Under a toadstool

Crept a wee Elf,

Out of the rain

To shelter himself.


Under the toadstool,

Sound asleep,

Sat a big Dormouse

All in a heap.


Trembled the wee Elf

Frightened, and yet

Fearing to fly away

Lest he get wet.


To the next shelter

Maybe a mile

Sudden the wee Elf

Smiled a wee smile.


Tugged till the toadstool

Toppled in two

Holding it over him

Gayly he flew.


Soon he was safe home,

Dry as could be.

Soon woke the Dormouse

"Good gracious me!


Where is my toadstool!"

Loud he lamented,

And that's how umbrellas

First were invented.

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Week 46 The Dainty China Country from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum Horace Greeley Learning To Print from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Bragging Peacock from Among the Farmyard People by Clara Dillingham Pierson The Table, the Ass, and the Stick from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton The Adventures of Hannibal from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge While They Were Gone from The Mexican Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins Saint Margaret of Scotland (Part 2 of 2) from Our Island Saints by Amy Steedman
Three Little Maidens, Anonymous 		Puppy and I by A. A. Milne
Windy Nights by Robert Louis Stevenson 		The Land of Story-Books by Robert Louis Stevenson Gaelic Lullaby, Anonymous The Horseman by Walter de la Mare If Hope Grew on a Bush 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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