First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for December

I Saw Three Ships



The Mulberry Bush



The North Wind and the Robin



Dance a Baby

The Months

January brings the snow,

Makes our feet and fingers glow.


February brings the rain,

Thaws the frozen lake again.


March brings breezes loud and shrill,

Tp stir the dancing daffodil.


April brings the primrose sweet,

Scatters daises at our feet.


May brings flocks of pretty lambs,

Skipping by their fleecy damns.


June brings tulips, lilies, roses,

Fills the children's hands with posies.


Hot July brings cooling showers,

Apricots and gillyflowers.


August brings the sheaves of corn,

Then the harvest home is borne.


Warm September brings the fruit,

Sportsmen then begin to shoot.


Fresh October brings the pheasent,

Then to gather nuts is pleasent.


Dull November brings the blast,

Then the leaves are whirling fast.


Chill December brings the sleet,

Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

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Week 7 My Father Meets a Lion from My Father's Dragon by Ruth Stiles Gannett Franklin His Own Teacher from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Biggest Frog Awakens from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson Nanny Who Wouldn't Go Home to Supper from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton The Children of Israel from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Lonely Herdsman (Part 2 of 2) from The Swiss Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins The Tower That Was Never Finished from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Somewhere Town by Kate Greenaway 		The Four Friends by A. A. Milne
One, Two, Three by Henry C. Bunner 		The Land of Nod by Robert Louis Stevenson America by Samuel Francis Smith
Cradle Song by Elizabeth Prentiss 		The Dear Old Woman in the Lane 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.