Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for April

The Land of Counterpane

When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay,
To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;

And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.

I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 8	Geppetto Makes Pinocchio New Feet from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi	Bruce and the Spider from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	Jenny Wren Arrives from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess	Through the Three Woods and to the King's Castle from The Girl Who Sat by the Ashes by Padraic Colum	A Great World Power from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge	A Short Morning (Part 2 of 2) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher	Saint David from Our Island Saints by Amy Steedman
	Gyda's Saucy Message from Viking Tales by Jennie Hall	The Call of Wild Geese (Part 1 of 3) from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch	The Boy and the Filberts from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter	I Visit the Wreck from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin	Arcas and Callisto from A Child's Book of Myths and Enchantment Tales by Margaret Evans Price	Prickly Porky Nearly Chokes from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess	The Unloading Story from The Sandman: His Ship Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
	The Night Wind by Eugene Field	Humility by Robert Herrick	Disobedience by A. A. Milne	The Sea, Anonymous	Unstooping by Walter de la Mare	God Bless Our Native Land by C. T. Brooks	Lullaby of an Infant Chief by Sir Walter Scott

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.