Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for December


Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star

Twinkle, twinkle, little star;

How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky!


When the blazing sun is set,

And the grass with dew is wet,

Then you show your little light,

Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.


In the dark blue sky you keep,

And often through my curtains peep,

For you never shut your eye

Till the sun is in the sky.


Then if I were in the dark,

I would thank you for your spark;

I could not see which way to go,

If you did not twinkle so.

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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
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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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