First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for September

Dickory Dock



London Bridge



Puss at Court



Ye Frog's Wooing

Bed in Summer

In winter I get up at night

And dress by yellow candle-light.

In summer, quite the other way,

I have to go to bed by day.


I have to go to bed and see

The birds still hopping on the tree,

Or hear the grown-up people's feet

Still going past me in the street.


And does it not seem hard to you,

When all the sky is clear and blue,

And I should like so much to play,

To have to go to bed by day?

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Week 5 My Father Meets Some Tigers from My Father's Dragon by Ruth Stiles Gannett One Little Bag of Rice from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Goose Who Wanted Her Own Way from Among the Farmyard People by Clara Dillingham Pierson How Brother Rabbit Fooled the Whale and Elephant from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton The Story of the Nile Flood from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge A Mountain Storm (Part 2 of 2) from The Swiss Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins The First Baby in the World and His Brother from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Bobby Shafto, Anonymous Puppy and I by A. A. Milne
An Old Rat's Tale by Laura E. Richards 		Auntie's Skirts by Robert Louis Stevenson Winter by Philip H Savage My Bed Is a Boat by Robert Louis Stevenson Bread and Milk for Breakfast by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Ants and the Grasshopper

One bright day in late autumn a family of Ants were bustling about in the warm sunshine, drying out the grain they had stored up during the summer, when a starving Grasshopper, his fiddle under his arm, came up and humbly begged for a bite to eat.

"What!" cried the Ants in surprise, "haven't you stored anything away for the winter? What in the world were you doing all last summer?"

"I didn't have time to store up any food," whined the Grasshopper; "I was so busy making music that before I knew it the summer was gone."


[Illustration]

The Ants shrugged their shoulders in disgust.

"Making music, were you?" they cried. "Very well; now dance!" And they turned their backs on the Grasshopper and went on with their work.

There's a time for work and a time for play.