Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for August

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 14	Pinocchio Falls amongst Assassins from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi	Ungrateful Soldier from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	The Watchman of the Old Orchard from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess	The Ball in the King's Castle from The Girl Who Sat by the Ashes by Padraic Colum	Decline of the Roman Empire from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge	If You Don't Like Conversation, Skip This Chapter (Part 2 of 3) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher	Gideon and His Brave Three Hundred (Part 2 of 2) from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
	Homes in Iceland (Part 3 of 3) from Viking Tales by Jennie Hall	Young Frogs from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch	The Wolf and the Crane from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter	I Build Me a Castle from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin	Circe and Ulysses from A Child's Book of Myths and Enchantment Tales by Margaret Evans Price	Reddy Fox Tries To Keep Out of Sight from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess	The Little Jacob Story from The Sandman: His Ship Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
	Come Out to Play, Anonymous	If I Were a Sunbeam by Lucy Larcom		Little Sorrow by Marian Douglas	The Scribe by Walter de la Mare	Spring by Celia Thaxter	The Wind by Robert Louis Stevenson

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.