Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet



Songs for March

The Three Little Kittens



Billy Pringle



Mrs. Bond



There Was a Lady Loved a Swine




The Little Turtle

There was a little turtle.

He lived in a box.

He swam in a puddle.

He climbed on the rocks.


He snapped at a mosquito.

He snapped at a flea.

He snapped at a minnow.

And he snapped at me.


He caught the mosquito.

He caught the flea.

He caught the minnow.

But he didn't catch me.


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Week 17 Pinocchio's Nose Grows from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi Pocahontas from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin Redwing and Yellow Wing from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess The Wisest Woman Comes to the King's Castle from The Girl Who Sat by the Ashes by Padraic Colum The Armies of the North from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge Elizabeth Ann Fails in an Examination (Part 2 of 3) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher The Strong Man: How He Lived and How He Died from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Wineland the Good (Part 1 of 2) from Viking Tales by Jennie Hall Nan's Blue Spring Flower from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch The Lion and the Mouse from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter I Have a Great Fright from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin The Golden Touch from A Child's Book of Myths and Enchantment Tales by Margaret Evans Price Granny Fox Catches Peter Rabbit from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess The Flight from The Boxcar Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner
The Robin by Celia Thaxter Over the Hills and Far Away by Eugene Field   The Unseen Playmate by Robert Louis Stevenson Nod by Walter de la Mare Hie Away by Sir Walter Scott Don't Kill the Birds by Daniel Clement Colesworthy
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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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