First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for August

Ding Dong Bell



Hush-a-by Baby



The Old Woman of Norwich



The Scare-Crow

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 35 The Deadly Poppy Field from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum Hunting a Panther from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston More about Nuts from Seed-Babies by Margaret Warner Morley The Iron Stove from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton How Horatius Kept the Bridge from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge Mr. McQueen Pays the Rent from The Irish Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins How They Worshipped God in the Tabernacle from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
A Farmer Went Riding, Anonymous 		Halfway Down by A. A. Milne
Old Dame Cricket, Anonymous 		Farewell to the Farm by Robert Louis Stevenson An Autumn Riddle, Anonymous O Lady Moon by Christina Georgina Rossetti Ferry Me 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.