Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for May

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.

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 50	"Birds of a Feather Flock Together" from The Birds' Christmas Carol by Kate Douglas Wiggin	Picciola from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	Queer Feet and a Queerer Bill from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess	Hans Turns Sailor from The Christmas Porringer by Evaleen Stein	Gabriel Interviews the Abbot from Gabriel and the Hour Book by Evaleen Stein	The Hour Book from Gabriel and the Hour Book by Evaleen Stein	The Count's Tax from Gabriel and the Hour Book by Evaleen Stein
	Captain Smith's Departure from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis The "Starving Time" from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis	Eggs on a Branch (Part 2 of 3) from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch	Robber Hans and the Porringer from The Christmas Porringer by Evaleen Stein	The Stranger Child from Good Stories for Great Holidays by Frances Jenkins Olcott	Why Bruin Has a Stumpy Tail from The Pearl Story Book by Eleanor L. Skinner	The Tailor of Gloucester from The Tailor of Gloucester by Beatrix Potter	The Race Story from The Sandman: His Sea Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
	Here We Come A-Whistling, Anonymous	The Christmas Child by George MacDonald	Snow Song by Frank Dempster Sherman	Cradle Hymn by Martin Luther	Silver Bells by Hamish Hendry	The Waits by Margaret Deland	A Christmas Carol by G. K. Chesterton

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.