Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for December




The Rain

The rain is raining all around,

It falls on field and tree,

It rains on the umbrellas here,

And on the ships at sea.

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Week 38 Changes in the Palace from The Little Lame Prince by Dinah Maria Mulock The King and His Hawk from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin Voices of the Dusk from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess The Forge in the Forest from The Forge in the Forest by Padraic Colum India at Last from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge The One-Eared Bear (Part 2 of 2) from The Bears of Blue River by Charles Major Saint Cosmo and Saint Damian from In God's Garden by Amy Steedman
The Visit of Pocahontas from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis
Captain Kendall's Plot from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis
The Death of Captain Kendall from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis 		A Pleasant Game from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch The Leap at Rhodes from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter I Make Another Voyage from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin Bruin and Reynard Partners from Merry Tales by Eleanor L. Skinner The Foolishness of Unc' Billy Possum from The Adventures of Unc' Billy Possum by Thornton Burgess The Flying-Fish Story from The Sandman: His Sea Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
The Gray Doves' Answer, Anonymous
The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson 		  The Night Will Never Stay by Eleanor Farjeon Come! by Walter de la Mare The Tree by Bjornstjerne Bjornson The Bumblebee 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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