Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet



Songs for September


The City Mouse and the Garden Mouse

The city mouse lives in a house—

The garden mouse lives in a bower,

He's friendly with the frogs and toads,

And sees the pretty plants in flower.


The city mouse eats bread and cheese—

The garden mouse eats what he can;

We will not grudge him seeds and stalks,

Poor little timid furry man.


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Week 35 What Pinocchio Finds in the Dog-Fish from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi Diogenes the Wise Man from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin Peter Sees Rosebreast and Finds Redcoat from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess The Treasure of King Labraid Lorc (Part 1 of 2) from The Boy Who Knew What the Birds Said by Padraic Colum The Invention of Printing from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge Lost in a Forest (Part 1 of 2) from The Bears of Blue River by Charles Major The Shepherd Boy Becomes a King from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Captain Smith Gains Authority from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis
Disagreeable Measures of Discipline from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis
Signs of Rebellion from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis
Box Turtle from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch The Two Goats from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter I Explore My Cave Further from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin The Hillman and the Housewife from Merry Tales by Eleanor L. Skinner Prickly Porky Makes Himself at Home from The Adventures of Unc' Billy Possum by Thornton Burgess The Fire Story from The Sandman: His Sea Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
My Lady Wind, Anonymous What Does the Bee Do? by Christina Georgina Rossetti   The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll The Window by Walter de la Mare Ladybird, Ladybird! by Caroline Bowles Southey A Song 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.


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