Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for February

Where Go the Boats?

Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating—
Where will all come home?

On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.

Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 48	Drooping Wings from The Birds' Christmas Carol by Kate Douglas Wiggin	Casabianca from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	Some More Friends Come with the Snow from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess	Why the Sea Is Salt from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Into the Woods by Lisa M. Ripperton	Discovery of the Pacific from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge	A Castle on Brandywine (Part 2 of 2) from The Bears of Blue River by Charles Major	Solomon on David's Throne from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
	Dreams of the Future from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis A Plague of Rats from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis Treachery during Captain Smith's Absence from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis	Fall Picnics from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch	The Fox and the Stork from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter	I Have a New Suit of Clothes from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin	The Hill from The Golden Windows by Laura E. Richards	Happy Jack Squirrel Helps Unc' Billy Possum from The Adventures of Unc' Billy Possum by Thornton Burgess	The Trafalgar Story from The Sandman: His Sea Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins The Cargo Story from The Sandman: His Sea Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
	The Willow Man by Juliana Horatia Ewing	Heigho, My Dearie by Eugene Field	A Thanksgiving Fable by Oliver Herford	A Tragic Story by Albert von Chamisso	The Children of Stare by Walter de la Mare	Humility by Robert Herrick	Old Granny Dusk by James Whitcomb Riley

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.