Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet



Songs for December


The Caterpillar

Brown and furry

Caterpillar in a hurry,

Take your walk

To the shady leaf, or stalk,

Or what not,

Which may be the chosen spot.

No toad spy you,

Hovering bird of prey pass by you;

Spin and die,

To live again a butterfly.


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Week 2 Master Cherry Gives a Present to Geppetto from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi King Alfred and the Beggar from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin The Snowball from The Seasons: Winter by Jane Marcet Fruit for the King's Son from The Girl Who Sat by the Ashes by Padraic Colum Julius Caesar from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge Aunt Harriet Has a Cough (Part 2 of 3) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher How the River Jordan Became Dry from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
The Tooth Thrall from Viking Tales by Jennie Hall Suet Pudding for Woodpeckers (Part 2 of 3) from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch The Tortoise and the Ducks from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter I Make My First Voyage from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin Cupid and Apollo from A Child's Book of Myths and Enchantment Tales by Margaret Evans Price The Stranger from the North from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess The Blacksmith Story from The Sandman: His Ship Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
The Mountain and the Squirrel by Ralph Waldo Emerson Wynken, Blynken, and Nod by Eugene Field How Doth the Little Crocodile by Lewis Carroll The Plaint of the Camel by Charles Edward Carryl Tired Tim by Walter de la Mare Norse Lullaby by Eugene Field Granny 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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