Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet



Songs for June


A Diamond or a Coal?

A diamond or a coal?

A diamond, if you please:

Who cares about a clumsy coal

Beneath the summer trees?


A diamond or a coal?

A coal, sir, if you please:

One comes to care about the coal

What time the waters freeze.


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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
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Milkmaid and Her Pail

A Milkmaid had been out to milk the cows and was returning from the field with the shining milk pail balanced nicely on her head. As she walked along, her pretty head was busy with plans for the days to come.

"This good, rich milk," she reused, "will give me plenty of cream to churn. The butter I make I will take to market, and with the money I get for it I will buy a lot of eggs for hatching. How nice it will be when they are all hatched and the yard is full of fine young chicks. Then when May day comes I will sell them, and with the money I'll buy a lovely new dress to wear to the fair. All the young men will look at me. They will come and try to make love to me,—but I shall very quickly send them about their business!"

As she thought of how she would settle that matter, she tossed her head scornfully, and down fell the pail of milk to the ground. And all the milk flowed out, and with it vanished butter and eggs and chicks and new dress and all the milkmaid's pride.

Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.


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