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 39 A Distant Tower from The Little Lame Prince by Dinah Maria Mulock Doctor Goldsmith from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin Peter Saves a Friend and Learns Something from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess FIRE: THE FIRST STORY from The Forge in the Forest by Padraic Colum
Phaethon from The Forge in the Forest by Padraic Colum 		The New Trade-Route from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge The Wolf Hunt (Part 1 of 2) from The Bears of Blue River by Charles Major Saint Faith from In God's Garden by Amy Steedman
Captain Smith's Expedition and Return from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis
An Exciting Adventure from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis
Taken before Powhatan from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis 		Goldenrod Honey from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch The Cock and the Jewel from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter I Have a Queer Dream from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin The Three Wishes from Merry Tales by Eleanor L. Skinner Why Unc' Billy Possum Didn't Go Home from The Adventures of Unc' Billy Possum by Thornton Burgess The Log-Book Story from The Sandman: His Sea Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
Golden-Rod by Frank Dempster Sherman The Ride to Bumpville by Eugene Field   The Quest by Eudora Bumstead I Can't Abear by Walter de la Mare Today by Thomas Carlyle How the Leaves Came Down by Susan Coolidge
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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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