First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for April

If All the World Were Paper



The Little Cock Sparrow



Ye Song of Sixpence



My Lady's Garden

Alone

A very old woman

Lives in yon house.

The squeak of the cricket,

The stir of the mouse,

Are all she knows

Of the earth and us.


Once she was young,

Would dance and play,

Like many another

Young popinjay;

And run to her mother

At dusk of day.


And colours bright

She delighted in;

The fiddle to hear,

And to lift her chin,

And sing as small

As a twittering wren.


But age apace

Comes at last to all;

And a lone house filled

With the cricket's call;

And the scampering mouse

In the hollow wall.

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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 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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