First Grade Read Aloud Banquet



Songs for January

I Saw Three Ships



The Mulberry Bush



The North Wind and the Robin



Dance a Baby




Bed in Summer

In winter I get up at night

And dress by yellow candle-light.

In summer, quite the other way,

I have to go to bed by day.


I have to go to bed and see

The birds still hopping on the tree,

Or hear the grown-up people's feet

Still going past me in the street.


And does it not seem hard to you,

When all the sky is clear and blue,

And I should like so much to play,

To have to go to bed by day?


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Week 28 The Cyclone from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum Quicksilver Bob from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Lamb with the Longest Tail from Among the Farmyard People by Clara Dillingham Pierson The Sheep and the Pig Who Set Up Housekeeping from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton Victory for the Greeks from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Secret from The Irish Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins The Night When a Nation Was Born from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Once I Saw a Little Bird, Anonymous
Summer Afternoon by A. A. Milne
The Little Maiden and the Little Bird by Lydia Maria Child
Escape at Bedtime by Robert Louis Stevenson The Sun Travels by Robert Louis Stevenson Over in the Meadow by Olive A. Wadsworth Cherry-Tree by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Ants and the Grasshopper

One bright day in late autumn a family of Ants were bustling about in the warm sunshine, drying out the grain they had stored up during the summer, when a starving Grasshopper, his fiddle under his arm, came up and humbly begged for a bite to eat.

"What!" cried the Ants in surprise, "haven't you stored anything away for the winter? What in the world were you doing all last summer?"

"I didn't have time to store up any food," whined the Grasshopper; "I was so busy making music that before I knew it the summer was gone."


[Illustration]

The Ants shrugged their shoulders in disgust.

"Making music, were you?" they cried. "Very well; now dance!" And they turned their backs on the Grasshopper and went on with their work.

There's a time for work and a time for play.