Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for November

The Cupboard

I know a little cupboard,
With a teeny tiny key,
And there's a jar of Lollypops
For me, me, me.

It has a little shelf, my dear,
As dark as dark can be,
And there's a dish of Banbury Cakes
For me, me, me.

I have a small fat grandmamma,
With a very slippery knee,
And she's the Keeper of the Cupboard
With the key, key, key.

And when I'm very good, my dear,
As good as good can be,
There's Banbury Cakes, and Lollypops
For me, me, me.

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 18	Pinocchio Meets the Fox and the Cat Again from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi	George Washington and His Hatchet from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	Drummers and Carpenters from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess	The Clock Strikes and Maid-alone Stays from The Girl Who Sat by the Ashes by Padraic Colum	The Dark Ages from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge	Elizabeth Ann Fails in an Examination (Part 3 of 3) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher	The Idol Temple at Dan and Its Priest from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
	Wineland the Good (Part 2 of 2) from Viking Tales by Jennie Hall	Mr. and Mrs. Crab from Seaside and Wayside, Book One by Julia McNair Wright	The Shepherd Boy and the Wolf from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter	I Explore My Island from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin	Little White Rabbit from Nursery Tales from Many Lands by Eleanor L. and Ada M. Skinner	A Friend in Need Is a Friend Indeed from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess	The Second Night from The Boxcar Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner
	A Bird's Experience, Anonymous	Ariel's Song from The Tempest by William Shakespeare		The Fairies Have Never a Penny to Spend by Rose Fyleman	Off the Ground by Walter de la Mare	Over Hill, Over Dale by William Shakespeare	There Was a Cherry-Tree by James Whitcomb Riley

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.