Third Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for September


Alone

A very old woman

Lives in yon house.

The squeak of the cricket,

The stir of the mouse,

Are all she knows

Of the earth and us.


Once she was young,

Would dance and play,

Like many another

Young popinjay;

And run to her mother

At dusk of day.


And colours bright

She delighted in;

The fiddle to hear,

And to lift her chin,

And sing as small

As a twittering wren.


But age apace

Comes at last to all;

And a lone house filled

With the cricket's call;

And the scampering mouse

In the hollow wall.

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Week 1 There Is No One Left from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett The Stories of Albion and Brutus from Our Island Story by H. E. Marshall Jenny Wren Gives Peter Rabbit an Idea from The Burgess Animal Book for Children by Thornton Burgess Mimer the Blacksmith from Stories of Siegfried Told to the Children by Mary Macgregor Magellan's Great Plan from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge The Ugly Duckling from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Beside the Sea by Lisa M. Ripperton The Wise Young King from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Saving the Birds from Fifty Famous People by James Baldwin Welcome to the Shore from Holiday Shore by Edith M. Patch The Early Life of Columbus from A First Book in American History by Edward Eggleston The Travelers and the Sea from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter Saturn from Gods and Heroes by Robert Edward Francillon Mrs. Wasp and Her Home from Seaside and Wayside, Book One by Julia McNair Wright Winnie-the-Pooh, Some Bees and the Stories Begin (Part 1 of 2) from Winnie-the-Pooh by A. A. Milne
Sweet and Low by Alfred Lord Tennyson Infant Joy by William Blake The Four Winds by Frank Dempster Sherman The Throstle by Alfred Lord Tennyson Fir Trees from Poems by Rachel Lyman Field The Sandman by Margaret Vandegrift I Saw a Ship a-Sailing, Mother Goose
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READING-LITERATURE: Third Reader  by Harriette Taylor Treadwell

The Fox as Herdsman

Once on a time there was a woman who went out to hire a herdsman, and she met a bear.

"Whither away, Goody?" said Bruin.

"Oh, I'm going out to hire a herdsman," answered the woman.

"Why not have me for a herdsman?" said Bruin.

"Well, why not," said the woman, "if you only know how to call the flock? Just let me hear you call."

"Ow, Ow!" growled the bear.

"No, no! I won't have you," said the woman as soon as she heard him say that, and off she went on her way.

When she had gone a bit farther she met a wolf.

"Whither away, Goody?" said the wolf.

"Oh," said she, "I'm going out to hire a herdsman."

"Why not have me for a herdsman?" said the wolf.

"Well, why not, if you can only call the flock? Let me hear you call," said she.

"Uh, Uh!" said the wolf.

"No, no!" said the woman, "you'll never do for me."

Well, after she had gone a while longer she met a fox.

"Whither away, Goody?" asked the fox.

"Oh, I'm just going out to hire a herdsman," said the woman.

"Why not have me for a herdsman?" asked the fox.

"Well, why not," said she, "if you only know how to call the flock? Let me hear you call."

"Dil-dal-holom!" sang out the fox in a fine clear voice.

"Yes, I'll have you for my herdsman," said the woman, and she set the fox to herd her flock.

The first day the fox was herdsman he ate up all the woman's goats; the next day he made an end of all her sheep; and the third day he ate up all her cows. So, when he came home at even, the woman asked what he had done with all her flocks.

"Oh!" said the fox, "their skulls are in the stream, and their bodies in the holt."

Now, the Goody stood and churned when the fox said this, but she thought she might as well step out and see after her flock. While she was away the fox crept into the churn and ate up the cream. When Goody came back and saw that she fell into a rage. She snatched up the little morsel of cream that was left and threw it at the fox as he ran off. He got a dab of it on the end of his tail, and that's the reason why the fox has a white tip to his brush.

— Norse Folk Tale