First Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for February

Hot Cross Buns



Natural History



Pussy Cat



Warm Hands

Alone

A very old woman

Lives in yon house.

The squeak of the cricket,

The stir of the mouse,

Are all she knows

Of the earth and us.


Once she was young,

Would dance and play,

Like many another

Young popinjay;

And run to her mother

At dusk of day.


And colours bright

She delighted in;

The fiddle to hear,

And to lift her chin,

And sing as small

As a twittering wren.


But age apace

Comes at last to all;

And a lone house filled

With the cricket's call;

And the scampering mouse

In the hollow wall.

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Week 9 My Father Makes a Bridge from My Father's Dragon by Ruth Stiles Gannett Franklin Asks the Sunshine Something from Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans by Edward Eggleston The Young Minnow Who Would Not Eat When He Should from Among the Pond People by Clara Dillingham Pierson Little Red Riding Hood from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton The First Merchant Fleet from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge The Pass (Part 2 of 3) from The Swiss Twins by Lucy Fitch Perkins How Abram's Choice Brought Blessing from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Daffy-Down-Dilly, Anonymous 		Brownie by A. A. Milne
The Little Elf-Man by John Kendrick Bangs 		The Wind by Robert Louis Stevenson Cradle Song, Anonymous Goodnight, Little People by Thomas Hood The Caterpillar by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Goose and the Golden Egg

There was once a Countryman who possessed the most wonderful Goose you can imagine, for every day when he visited the nest, the Goose had laid a beautiful, glittering, golden egg.


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The Goose and the Golden Egg

The Countryman took the eggs to market and soon began to get rich. But it was not long before he grew impatient with the Goose because she gave him only a single golden egg a day. He was not getting rich fast enough.

Then one day, after he had finished counting his money, the idea came to him that he could get all the golden eggs at once by killing the Goose and cutting it open. But when the deed was done, not a single golden egg did he find, and his precious Goose was dead.

Those who have plenty want more and so lose all they have.