Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for November


Spring

Sound the flute!

Now it's mute.

Birds delight,

Day and night.

Nightingale,

In the dale,

Lark in sky—

Merrily,

Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year.


Little boy,

Full of joy;

Little girl,

Sweet and small;

Cock does crow,

So do you;

Merry voice,

Infant noise;

Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year.


Little lamb,

Here I am;

Come and lick

My white neck;

Let me pull

Your soft wool;

Let me kiss

Your soft face;

Merrily, merrily we welcome in the year.

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Week 15 The Assassins Pursue Pinocchio from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi Sir Humphrey Gilbert from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin Old Clothes and Old Houses from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess The Matchless Maiden Loses Her Golden Slipper (Part 1 of 2) from The Girl Who Sat by the Ashes by Padraic Colum Christians to the Lions from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge If You Don't Like Conversation, Skip This Chapter (Part 3 of 3) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher Jephthah's Rash Promise and What Came from It from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Eric the Red from Viking Tales by Jennie Hall Don's Yellow Spring Flower from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch The Ass and His Driver from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter I Go A-Hunting from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin Romulus and Remus from A Child's Book of Myths and Enchantment Tales by Margaret Evans Price Old Granny Fox Investigates from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess The Little Sol Story from The Sandman: His Ship Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
April Rain by Robert Loveman All Things Bright and Beautiful by Cecil Frances Alexander   Hark! Hark! The Lark! by William Shakespeare The Universe by Walter de la Mare Answer to a Child's Question by Samuel Taylor Coleridge A Sudden Shower by James Whitcomb Riley
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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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