Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for July


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 10 The Puppets Recognize Their Brother Pinocchio from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi Three Men of Gotham from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin Jenny Has a Good Word for Some Sparrows from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess What the Geese Talked Of from The Girl Who Sat by the Ashes by Padraic Colum The Tragedy of Nero from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge Betsy Goes to School (Part 2 of 2) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher Saint Patrick (Part 1 of 2) from Our Island Saints by Amy Steedman
King Harald's Wedding from Viking Tales by Jennie Hall A Bluebird's Song (Part 3 of 3) from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch The Kid and the Wolf from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter I Carry Some Things Ashore from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin Atalanta and Hippomenes from A Child's Book of Myths and Enchantment Tales by Margaret Evans Price Unc' Billy Possum Tells Jimmy Skunk a Secret from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess The Pirate Story from The Sandman: His Ship Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
The Sea Princess, Anonymous Violets by Dinah Maria Mulock   Little Billee by William Makepeace Thackeray Up and Down by Walter de la Mare March by Celia Thaxter The Lamb by William Blake
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Two Goats

Two Goats, frisking gayly on the rocky steeps of a mountain valley, chanced to meet, one on each side of a deep chasm through which poured a mighty mountain torrent. The trunk of a fallen tree formed the only means of crossing the chasm, and on this not even two squirrels could have passed each other in safety. The narrow path would have made the bravest tremble. Not so our Goats. Their pride would not permit either to stand aside for the other.

One set her foot on the log. The other did likewise. In the middle they met horn to horn. Neither would give way, and so they both fell, to be swept away by the roaring torrent below.

It is better to yield than to come to misfortune through stubbornness.


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