First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for December

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 8 My Father Meets a Gorilla from My Father's Dragon by Ruth Stiles Gannett How Franklin Found Out Things from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Dance of the Sand-Hill Cranes from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson Drakestail Goes To See the King from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton Back to the Fatherland from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Pass (Part 1 of 3) from The Swiss Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins The Story of a Long Journey from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Pussy-Cat Mew, Anonymous 		Lines and Squares by A. A. Milne
Three Little Owlets, Anonymous 		My Treasures by Robert Louis Stevenson King and Queen, Anonymous
The Ship by Gabriel Setoun 		I Dug and Dug amongst the Snow by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Crow and the Pitcher

In a spell of dry weather, when the Birds could find very little to drink, a thirsty Crow found a pitcher with a little water in it. But the pitcher was high and had a narrow neck, and no matter how he tried, the Crow could not reach the water. The poor thing felt as if he must die of thirst.

Then an idea came to him. Picking up some small pebbles, he dropped them into the pitcher one by one. With each pebble the water rose a little higher until at last it was near enough so he could drink.

In a pinch a good use of our wits may help us out.


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