First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for June

Tom, the Piper's Son



The Fly and the Humble Bee



Oranges and Lemons



Three Blind Mice

The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky

The Moon's the North Wind's cooky.

He bites it, day by day,

Until there's but a rim of scraps

That crumble all away.


The South Wind is a baker.

He kneads clouds in his den,

And bakes a crisp new moon that . . . greedy

North . . . Wind . . . eats . . . again! 

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Week 48 The Good Witch Grants Dorothy's Wish from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum
Home Again from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum 		The Author of "Little Women" from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Oxen Talk with the Calves from Among the Farmyard People by Clara Dillingham Pierson The Old Woman Who Lived in a Vinegar Bottle from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton The Triumph of Rome from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Secret Meeting (Part 2 of 2) from The Mexican Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins Saint Nicholas (Part 1 of 2) from In God's Garden by Amy Steedman
The North Wind Doth Blow, Anonymous 		At the Zoo by A. A. Milne
I Love You, Mother by Joy Allison 		Requiem by Robert Louis Stevenson I Love Little Pussy by Jane Taylor Norse Lullaby by Eugene Field Peacock's Eyes 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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