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 Land of Story-Books

At evening when the lamp is lit,

Around the fire my parents sit;

They sit at home and talk and sing,

And do not play at anything.


Now, with my little gun, I crawl

All in the dark along the wall,

And follow round the forest track

Away behind the sofa back.


There, in the night, where none can spy,

All in my hunter's camp I lie,

And play at books that I have read

Till it is time to go to bed.


These are the hills, these are the woods,

These are my starry solitudes;

And there the river by whose brink

The roaring lions come to drink.


I see the others far away

As if in firelit camp they lay,

And I, like to an Indian scout,

Around their party prowled about.


So when my nurse comes in for me,

Home I return across the sea,

And go to bed with backward looks

At my dear land of Story-Books.

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Week 31 The Road Through the Forest from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum Don't Give up the Ship from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Fussy Queen Bee from Among the Farmyard People by Clara Dillingham Pierson Snow-White from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton The Beauty of Athens from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge How They Sold the Pig from The Irish Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins How the Sea Became Dry Land and the Sky Rained Bread from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Seven Little Chicks by Wilhelmina Seegmuller 		Sand-Between-the-Toes by A. A. Milne
Cherries, Anonymous 		Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson Hiawatha's Childhood by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Pippa's Song by Robert Browning Mother Hen by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Frogs Who Wished for a King

The Frogs were tired of governing themselves. They had so much freedom that it had spoiled them, and they did nothing but sit around croaking in a bored manner and wishing for a government that could entertain them with the pomp and display of royalty, and rule them in a way to make them know they were being ruled. No milk and water government for them, they declared. So they sent a petition to Jupiter asking for a king.

Jupiter saw what simple and foolish creatures they were, but to keep them quiet and make them think they had a king he threw down a huge log, which fell into the water with a great splash. The Frogs hid themselves among the reeds and grasses, thinking the new king to be some fearful giant. But they soon discovered how tame and peaceable King Log was. In a short time the younger Frogs were using him for a diving platform, while the older Frogs made him a meeting place, where they complained loudly to Jupiter about the government.

To teach the Frogs a lesson the ruler of the gods now sent a Crane to be king of Frogland. The Crane proved to be a very different sort of king from old King Log. He gobbled up the poor Frogs right and left and they soon saw what fools they had been. In mournful croaks they begged Jupiter to take away the cruel tyrant before they should all be destroyed.


[Illustration]

"How now!" cried Jupiter "Are you not yet content? You have what you asked for and so you have only yourselves to blame for your misfortunes."

Be sure you can better your condition before you seek to change.