First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for September

Dickory Dock



London Bridge



Puss at Court



Ye Frog's Wooing

Where Go the Boats?

Dark brown is the river,

Golden is the sand.

It flows along for ever,

With trees on either hand.


Green leaves a-floating,

Castles of the foam,

Boats of mine a-boating—

Where will all come home?


On goes the river

And out past the mill,

Away down the valley,

Away down the hill.


Away down the river,

A hundred miles or more,

Other little children

Shall bring my boats ashore.

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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 Crow and the Pitcher

In a spell of dry weather, when the Birds could find very little to drink, a thirsty Crow found a pitcher with a little water in it. But the pitcher was high and had a narrow neck, and no matter how he tried, the Crow could not reach the water. The poor thing felt as if he must die of thirst.

Then an idea came to him. Picking up some small pebbles, he dropped them into the pitcher one by one. With each pebble the water rose a little higher until at last it was near enough so he could drink.

In a pinch a good use of our wits may help us out.


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