First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for January

I Saw Three Ships



The Mulberry Bush



The North Wind and the Robin



Dance a Baby

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 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 Frogs and the Ox

An Ox came down to a reedy pool to drink. As he splashed heavily into the water, he crushed a young Frog into the mud. The old Frog soon missed the little one and asked his brothers and sisters what had become of him.

"A great big  monster," said one of them, "stepped on little brother with one of his huge feet!"

"Big, was he!" said the old Frog, puffing herself up. "Was he as big as this?"


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"Oh, much  bigger!" they cried.

The Frog puffed up still more. "He could not have been bigger than this," she said. But the little Frogs all declared that the monster was much, much  bigger and the old Frog kept puffing herself out more and more until, all at once, she burst.

Do not attempt the impossible.