First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for April

If All the World Were Paper



The Little Cock Sparrow



Ye Song of Sixpence



My Lady's Garden

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 27 The Fisherman's Town from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting
Home Again from The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting 		Captain Clark's Burning Glass from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Story That the Swallow Didn't Tell from Among the Farmyard People by Clara Dillingham Pierson Scrapefoot from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton How Leonidas Kept the Pass from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge "Diddy" from The Irish Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins The River That Ran Blood from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Little Wind by Kate Greenaway 		The Wrong House by A. A. Milne
My Robin by Kate Greenaway 		At the Sea-Side by Robert Louis Stevenson Cunning Bee, Anonymous Thirty Days Hath September, Anonymous Boats Sail on the Rivers by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Dog, the Cock, and the Fox

A Dog and a Cock, who were the best of friends, wished very much to see something of the world. So they decided to leave the farmyard and to set out into the world along the road that led to the woods. The two comrades traveled along in the very best of spirits and without meeting any adventure to speak of.

At nightfall the Cock, looking for a place to roost, as was his custom, spied nearby a hollow tree that he thought would do very nicely for a night's lodging. The Dog could creep inside and the Cock would fly up on one of the branches. So said, so done, and both slept very comfortably.

With the first glimmer of dawn the Cock awoke. For the moment he forgot just where he was. He thought he was still in the farmyard where it had been his duty to arouse the household at daybreak. So standing on tip-toes he flapped his wings and crowed lustily. But instead of awakening the farmer, he awakened a Fox not far off in the wood. The Fox immediately had rosy visions of a very delicious breakfast. Hurrying to the tree where the Cock was roosting, he said very politely:

"A hearty welcome to our woods, honored sir. I cannot tell you how glad I am to see you here. I am quite sure we shall become the closest of friends."


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"I feel highly flattered, kind sir," replied the Cock slyly. "If you will please go around to the door of my house at the foot of the tree, my porter will let you in."

The hungry but unsuspecting Fox, went around the tree as he was told, and in a twinkling the Dog had seized him.

Those who try to deceive may expect to be paid in their own coin.