Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for December

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 49	The Bird's Nest from The Birds' Christmas Carol by Kate Douglas Wiggin	Antonio Canova from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	Peter Learns Something about Spooky from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess	Buying the Porringer from The Christmas Porringer by Evaleen Stein	Robber Hans from The Christmas Porringer by Evaleen Stein	The Little Colour Grinder from Gabriel and the Hour Book by Evaleen Stein	Brother Stephen's Inspiration from Gabriel and the Hour Book by Evaleen Stein
	Captain Smith's Speech from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis The New Laws from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis The Accident from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis	Sleepy Bumblebees (Part 1 of 3) from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch	Karen Asks about Christmas from The Christmas Porringer by Evaleen Stein	I Bring My Tale to a Close from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin	The Jar of Rosemary from The Story-Teller by Maud Lindsay	A Christmas Star from The Children's Book of Christmas Stories by Asa Don Dickinson	The Privateer Story from The Sandman: His Sea Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
	The Christmas Tree in the Nursery by Richard Watson Gilder	An Old Christmas Carol, Anonymous	A Song of the Snow by Madison Cawein	The Friendly Beasts, Anonymous	A Christmas Song by Phillips Brooks	Christmas Bells by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Bethlehem, Anonymous

The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter

The Ants and the Grasshopper

One bright day in late autumn a family of Ants were bustling about in the warm sunshine, drying out the grain they had stored up during the summer, when a starving Grasshopper, his fiddle under his arm, came up and humbly begged for a bite to eat.

"What!" cried the Ants in surprise, "haven't you stored anything away for the winter? What in the world were you doing all last summer?"

"I didn't have time to store up any food," whined the Grasshopper; "I was so busy making music that before I knew it the summer was gone."

The Ants shrugged their shoulders in disgust.

"Making music, were you?" they cried. "Very well; now dance!" And they turned their backs on the Grasshopper and went on with their work.

There's a time for work and a time for play.