Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for January

Five Eyes

In Hans' old Mill his three black cats
Watch the bins for the thieving rats.
Whisker and claw, they crouch in the night,
Their five eyes smouldering green and bright:
Squeaks from the flour sacks, squeaks from where
The cold wind stirs on the empty stair,
Squeaking and scampering, everywhere.
Then down they pounce, now in, now out,
At whisking tail, and sniffing snout;
While lean old Hans he snores away
Till peep of light at break of day;
Then up he climbs to his creaking mill,
Out come his cats all grey with meal—
Jekkel, and Jessup, and one-eyed Jill.

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 7	Geppetto Gives Pinocchio His Breakfast from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi	A Story of Robin Hood from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	The Thaw from The Seasons: Winter by Jane Marcet	Crow-feather-Cloak Again (Part 2 of 2) from The Girl Who Sat by the Ashes by Padraic Colum	The Roman World from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge	A Short Morning (Part 1 of 2) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher	The Story of an Altar beside the River from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
	Harald's Battle from Viking Tales by Jennie Hall	Tracks on the Snow from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch	The Eagle and the Jackdaw from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter	I Find a Strange Lodging Place from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin	Phaeton and the Chariot of the Sun from A Child's Book of Myths and Enchantment Tales by Margaret Evans Price	Jimmy Skunk Calls on Prickly Porky from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess	The Captain Solomon Story from The Sandman: His Ship Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
	The World's Music by Gabriel Setoun	The Sailors' Delight, Anonymous	A Lobster Quadrille by Lewis Carroll	The Watchman's Song, Anonymous	The Cupboard by Walter de la Mare	To a Child: Written in Her Album by William Wordsworth	Naughty Claude 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.