Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for December


Some One

Some one came knocking

At my wee, small door;

Some one came knocking,

I'm sure—sure—sure;

I listened, I opened,

I looked to left and right,

But naught there was a-stirring

In the still dark night;

Only the busy beetle

Tap-tapping in the wall,

Only from the forest

The screech-owl's call,

Only the cricket whistling

While the dewdrops fall,

So I know not who came knocking,

At all, at all, at all.

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Week 3 Geppetto Returns Home To Make a Puppet from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi King Canute on the Seashore from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin Another Snowball from The Seasons: Winter by Jane Marcet Girl-go-with-the-Goats Loses House Room from The Girl Who Sat by the Ashes by Padraic Colum The Flight of Pompey from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge Aunt Harriet Has a Cough (Part 3 of 3) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher The Story of a Wedge of Gold from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Olaf's Farm from Viking Tales by Jennie Hall Juncos (Part 3 of 3) from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch The Young Crab and His Mother from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter I See Much of the World from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin Diana and Actaeon from A Child's Book of Myths and Enchantment Tales by Margaret Evans Price Prickly Porky Makes Friends from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess The Launching Story from The Sandman: His Ship Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
Snow in Town by Rickman Mark The Land of Story-Books by Robert Louis Stevenson There Was an Old Person Whose Habits by Edward Lear The Wind and the Moon by George MacDonald Mrs. Earth by Walter de la Mare A Farewell by Charles Kingsley Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star by Jane Taylor
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Two Goats

Two Goats, frisking gayly on the rocky steeps of a mountain valley, chanced to meet, one on each side of a deep chasm through which poured a mighty mountain torrent. The trunk of a fallen tree formed the only means of crossing the chasm, and on this not even two squirrels could have passed each other in safety. The narrow path would have made the bravest tremble. Not so our Goats. Their pride would not permit either to stand aside for the other.

One set her foot on the log. The other did likewise. In the middle they met horn to horn. Neither would give way, and so they both fell, to be swept away by the roaring torrent below.

It is better to yield than to come to misfortune through stubbornness.


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