Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet



Songs for December


A Diamond or a Coal?

A diamond or a coal?

A diamond, if you please:

Who cares about a clumsy coal

Beneath the summer trees?


A diamond or a coal?

A coal, sir, if you please:

One comes to care about the coal

What time the waters freeze.


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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 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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