Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for July

The Cow

The friendly cow all red and white,

I love with all my heart:

She gives me cream with all her might,

To eat with apple-tart.

She wanders lowing here and there,

And yet she cannot stray,

All in the pleasant open air,

The pleasant light of day;

And blown by all the winds that pass

And wet with all the showers,

She walks among the meadow grass

And eats the meadow flowers.

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Week 22 Pinocchio Discovers the Robbers from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi The Bell of Atri from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin A Swallow and One Who Isn't from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess The Stone of Victory (Part 3 of 3) from The Boy Who Knew What the Birds Said by Padraic Colum How the Northmen Conquered England from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge The New Clothes Fail (Part 1 of 2) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher Saint Columba (Part 1 of 2) from Our Island Saints by Amy Steedman
When the Fleet Set Sail from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis
The Voyage Delayed from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis
Nathaniel's Story from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis
What the Crab Does from Seaside and Wayside, Book One by Julia McNair Wright The Sheep and the Pig from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter I Make a Long Journey from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin The Three Friends from Nursery Tales from Many Lands by Eleanor L. and Ada M. Skinner Old Man Coyote Loses His Appetite from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess Earning a Living from The Boxcar Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner
The Lamb by William Blake Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson   Discontent by Sarah Orne Jewett Summer Evening by Walter de la Mare A Boy's Song by James Hogg The Pixy People by James Whitcomb Riley
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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.