Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for December


The Goops—Table Manners

The Goops they lick their fingers

And the Goops they lick their knives;

They spill their broth on the tablecloth—

Oh, they lead disgusting lives!

The Goops they talk while eating,

And loud and fast they chew;

And that is why I'm glad that I

Am not a Goop—are you?

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Week 17 Pinocchio's Nose Grows from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi Pocahontas from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin Redwing and Yellow Wing from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess The Wisest Woman Comes to the King's Castle from The Girl Who Sat by the Ashes by Padraic Colum The Armies of the North from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge Elizabeth Ann Fails in an Examination (Part 2 of 3) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher The Strong Man: How He Lived and How He Died from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Wineland the Good (Part 1 of 2) from Viking Tales by Jennie Hall Nan's Blue Spring Flower from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch The Lion and the Mouse from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter I Have a Great Fright from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin The Golden Touch from A Child's Book of Myths and Enchantment Tales by Margaret Evans Price Granny Fox Catches Peter Rabbit from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess The Flight from The Boxcar Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner
The Robin by Celia Thaxter Over the Hills and Far Away by Eugene Field   The Unseen Playmate by Robert Louis Stevenson Nod by Walter de la Mare Hie Away by Sir Walter Scott Don't Kill the Birds by Daniel Clement Colesworthy
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Crow and the Pitcher

In a spell of dry weather, when the Birds could find very little to drink, a thirsty Crow found a pitcher with a little water in it. But the pitcher was high and had a narrow neck, and no matter how he tried, the Crow could not reach the water. The poor thing felt as if he must die of thirst.

Then an idea came to him. Picking up some small pebbles, he dropped them into the pitcher one by one. With each pebble the water rose a little higher until at last it was near enough so he could drink.

In a pinch a good use of our wits may help us out.


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