First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for February

Hot Cross Buns



Natural History



Pussy Cat



Warm Hands

The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky

The Moon's the North Wind's cooky.

He bites it, day by day,

Until there's but a rim of scraps

That crumble all away.


The South Wind is a baker.

He kneads clouds in his den,

And bakes a crisp new moon that . . . greedy

North . . . Wind . . . eats . . . again! 

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Week 9 My Father Makes a Bridge from My Father's Dragon by Ruth Stiles Gannett Franklin Asks the Sunshine Something from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Young Minnow Who Would Not Eat When He Should from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson Little Red Riding Hood from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton The First Merchant Fleet from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Pass (Part 2 of 3) from The Swiss Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins How Abram's Choice Brought Blessing from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Daffy-Down-Dilly, Anonymous 		Brownie by A. A. Milne
The Little Elf-Man by John Kendrick Bangs 		The Wind by Robert Louis Stevenson Cradle Song, Anonymous Goodnight, Little People by Thomas Hood The Caterpillar 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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