First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for January

I Saw Three Ships



The Mulberry Bush



The North Wind and the Robin



Dance a Baby



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 6 My Father Meets a Rhinoceros from My Father's Dragon by Ruth Stiles Gannett The Story of a Wise Woman from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston Why the Sheep Ran Away from Among the Farmyard People by Clara Dillingham Pierson Tom Thumb from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton In a Strange Land from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Lonely Herdsman (Part 1 of 2) from The Swiss Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins The Great Ship That Saved Eight People from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Precocious Piggy by Thomas Hood 		Twinkletoes by A. A. Milne
The Rock-a-By Lady by Eugene Field 		Happy Thought by Robert Louis Stevenson The Snow-Bird by Frank Dempster Sherman Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star by Jane Taylor Can't 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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