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.

  Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday
Week 47 The Lion Becomes the King of Beasts from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum
The Country of the Quadlings from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum 		A Wonderful Woman from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Discontented Guinea Hen from Among the Farmyard People by Clara Dillingham Pierson The Little Jackals and the Lion from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Up the Stairs by Lisa M. Ripperton The End of Carthage from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Secret Meeting (Part 1 of 2) from The Mexican Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins The Story of Job from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Moon, So Round and Yellow by Matthias Barr 		Jonathan Jo by A. A. Milne
Thanksgiving Day by Lydia Maria Child
The Rain by Robert Louis Stevenson 		Little Things, Anonymous Calico Pie by Edward Lear Mix a Pancake by Christina Georgina Rossetti
First row Previous row          Next row Last row
The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Fox and the Grapes

A Fox one day spied a beautiful bunch of ripe grapes hanging from a vine trained along the branches of a tree. The grapes seemed ready to burst with juice, and the Fox's mouth watered as he gazed longingly at them.


[Illustration]

The bunch hung from a high branch, and the Fox had to jump for it, The first time he jumped he missed it by a long way. So he walked off a short distance and took a running leap at it, only to fall short once more. Again and again he tried, but in vain.

Now he sat down and looked at the grapes in disgust.

"What a fool I am," he said. "Here I am wearing myself out to get a bunch of sour grapes that are not worth gaping for."

And off he walked very, very scornfully.

There are many who pretend to despise and belittle that which is beyond their reach.