Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for April

Little Jack Horner

The Little Disaster

My Pretty Maid

The Ploughboy in Luck

Tired Tim

Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him.

He lags the long bright morning through,

Ever so tired of nothing to do;

He moons and mopes the livelong day,

Nothing to think about, nothing to say;

Up to bed with his candle to creep,

Too tired to yawn, too tired to sleep:

Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him.

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Week 9 Pinocchio Sells His Spelling-Book from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi The Black Douglas from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin The Old Orchard Bully from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess Water for the King's Son from The Girl Who Sat by the Ashes by Padraic Colum Voyage and Shipwreck from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge Betsy Goes to School (Part 1 of 2) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher The Present That Ehud Brought to King Eglon from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
The Sea Fight from Viking Tales by Jennie Hall A Frog Chorus (Part 2 of 3) from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch Hercules and the Wagoner from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter I Make Me a Raft from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin Daedalus and Icarus from A Child's Book of Myths and Enchantment Tales by Margaret Evans Price Jimmy Skunk and Unc' Billy Possum Tell Stories from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess The Fitting Story from The Sandman: His Ship Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
The Fairies by William Allingham The Owl and the Pussy-Cat by Edward Lear Eletelephony by Laura E. Richards Nonsense Verse by Edward Lear Nobody Knows by Walter de la Mare The Four Winds by Frank Dempster Sherman The First Bluebird 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.