First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for August

Ding Dong Bell

Hush-a-by Baby

The Old Woman of Norwich

The Scare-Crow

Tired Tim

Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him.

He lags the long bright morning through,

Ever so tired of nothing to do;

He moons and mopes the livelong day,

Nothing to think about, nothing to say;

Up to bed with his candle to creep,

Too tired to yawn, too tired to sleep:

Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him.

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Week 3 My Father Finds the Island from My Father's Dragon by Ruth Stiles Gannett Indian Pictures from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Kitten Who Lost Herself from Among the Farmyard People by Clara Dillingham Pierson Jack and the Beanstalk from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton An Old Trade-Route from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Twins Learn a New Trade (Part 2 of 2) from The Swiss Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins The Story of a Beautiful Garden from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Whisky Frisky, Anonymous Happiness by A. A. Milne
Mr. Nobody, Anonymous
Armies in the Fire by Robert Louis Stevenson A Hint by Anna M Pratt Gaelic Lullaby, Anonymous An Emerald Is as Green as Grass by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Ass and the Load of Salt

A Merchant, driving his Ass homeward from the seashore with a heavy load of salt, came to a river crossed by a shallow ford. They had crossed this river many times before without accident, but this time the Ass slipped and fell when halfway over. And when the Merchant at last got him to his feet, much of the salt had melted away. Delighted to find how much lighter his burden had become, the Ass finished the journey very gayly.

Next day the Merchant went for another load of salt. On the way home the Ass, remembering what had happened at the ford, purposely let himself fall into the water, and again got rid of most of his burden.

The angry Merchant immediately turned about and drove the Ass back to the seashore, where he loaded him with two great baskets of sponges. At the ford the Ass again tumbled over; but when he had scrambled to his feet, it was a very disconsolate Ass that dragged himself homeward under a load ten times heavier than before.

The same measures will not suit all circumstances.


The Ass and the Load of Salt