First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for March

Baa! Baa! Black Sheep



Cock Robin and Jenny Wren



Warm Hands



Polly Put the Kettle On

The Land of Story-Books

At evening when the lamp is lit,

Around the fire my parents sit;

They sit at home and talk and sing,

And do not play at anything.


Now, with my little gun, I crawl

All in the dark along the wall,

And follow round the forest track

Away behind the sofa back.


There, in the night, where none can spy,

All in my hunter's camp I lie,

And play at books that I have read

Till it is time to go to bed.


These are the hills, these are the woods,

These are my starry solitudes;

And there the river by whose brink

The roaring lions come to drink.


I see the others far away

As if in firelit camp they lay,

And I, like to an Indian scout,

Around their party prowled about.


So when my nurse comes in for me,

Home I return across the sea,

And go to bed with backward looks

At my dear land of Story-Books.

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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 Frogs and the Ox

An Ox came down to a reedy pool to drink. As he splashed heavily into the water, he crushed a young Frog into the mud. The old Frog soon missed the little one and asked his brothers and sisters what had become of him.

"A great big  monster," said one of them, "stepped on little brother with one of his huge feet!"

"Big, was he!" said the old Frog, puffing herself up. "Was he as big as this?"


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"Oh, much  bigger!" they cried.

The Frog puffed up still more. "He could not have been bigger than this," she said. But the little Frogs all declared that the monster was much, much  bigger and the old Frog kept puffing herself out more and more until, all at once, she burst.

Do not attempt the impossible.