Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet



Songs for September


The Cupboard

I know a little cupboard,

With a teeny tiny key,

And there's a jar of Lollypops

For me, me, me.


It has a little shelf, my dear,

As dark as dark can be,

And there's a dish of Banbury Cakes

For me, me, me.


I have a small fat grandmamma,

With a very slippery knee,

And she's the Keeper of the Cupboard

With the key, key, key.


And when I'm very good, my dear,

As good as good can be,

There's Banbury Cakes, and Lollypops

For me, me, me.


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Week 37 The Christening from The Little Lame Prince by Dinah Maria Mulock Socrates and His House from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin Jenny Wren's Cousins from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess WATER: THE SECOND STORY from The Forge in the Forest by Padraic Colum
King Fergus and the Water-Horse from The Forge in the Forest by Padraic Colum
Vasco da Gama's Great Voyage from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge The One-Eared Bear (Part 1 of 2) from The Bears of Blue River by Charles Major The Cripple at the King's Table from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
A Crude Kind of Chimney from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis
Cooking a Turkey from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis
Candles or Rushlights from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis
Berries for Bluebirds from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch The Lion and the Gnat from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter I Discover a Wreck from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin The Forest Bailiff from Merry Tales by Eleanor L. Skinner Old Mrs. Possum Grows Worried from The Adventures of Unc' Billy Possum by Thornton Burgess The Seaweed Story from The Sandman: His Sea Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
Where Go the Boats? by Robert Louis Stevenson The Sun Travels by Robert Louis Stevenson   John Grumblie, Anonymous The Song of Shadows by Walter de la Mare The Babie by Hugh Miller Lady Moon by Richard Monckton Milnes
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Frederick Richardson's Book for Children  by Frederick Richardson

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dropcap image HERE was a man who owned a donkey, which had carried his sacks to the mill industriously for many years, but whose strength had come to an end, so that the poor beast grew more and more unfit for work.

The master determined to stop his food.

But the donkey, discovering that there was no good intended to him, ran away and took the road to Bremen. "There," thought he, "I can turn Town Musician."

When he had gone a little way, he found a hound lying on the road and panting, like one who was tired with running.

"Hello! what are you panting so for, worthy seize 'em?" asked the donkey.

"Oh!" said the dog, "just because I am old, and get weaker every day, and cannot go out hunting, my master wanted to kill me, so I have taken leave of him; but how shall I gain my living now?"

"I'll tell you what," said the donkey. "I am going to Bremen to be Town Musician; come with me and take to music, too. I will play the lute, and you shall beat the drum."

The dog liked the idea, and they traveled on.

Soon they came upon a cat sitting by the road, making a face like three rainy days.

"Now then, what has gone wrong with you, old Whiskers?" said the donkey.

"Who can be merry when his neck is in danger?" answered the cat. "Because I am advanced in years, and my teeth are blunt, and I like sitting before the fire and purring better than chasing the mice about, my mistress wanted to drown me. I have managed to escape. But good advice is scarce; tell me where I shall go to."

"Come with us to Bremen. You understand serenading; you also can become a Town Musician."

The cat thought it a capital idea, and went with them.


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Soon after the three runaways came to a farmyard, and there sat a cock on the gate, crowing with might and main.

"You crow loud enough to deafen one," said the donkey. "What is the matter with you?"

"I prophesied fair weather," said the cock, "because it is our good mistress' washing day, and she wants to dry the clothes; but because tomorrow is Sunday, and company is coming, the mistress has no pity on me, and has told the cook to put me into the soup tomorrow, and I must have my head cut off to-night. So now I am crowing with all my might as long as I can."


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"O you old Redhead," said the donkey, "you had better come with us; we are going to Bremen, where you will certainly find something better than having your head cut off. You have a good voice, and if we all make music together, it will be something striking."

The cock liked the proposal, and they went on, all four together.


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But they could not reach the city of Bremen in one day and they came in the evening to a wood, where they agreed to spend the night. The donkey and the dog laid themselves down under a great tree, but the cat and the cock went higher—the cock flying up to the topmost branch, where he was safest. Before he went to sleep he looked round towards all the four points of the compass, and he thought he saw a spark shining in the distance. He called to his companions that there must be a house not far off, for he could see a light.

The donkey said, "Then we must rise and go to it, for the lodgings here are very bad"; and the dog said, "Yes; a few bones with a little flesh on them would do me good."

So they took the road in the direction where the light was, till they came to a brilliantly illuminated robbers' house. The donkey, being the biggest, got up at the window and looked in.

"What do you see, Greybeard?" said the cock.

"What do I see?" answered the donkey: "A table covered with beautiful food and drink, and robbers are sitting round it and enjoying themselves."

"That would do nicely for us," said the cock.

"Yes, indeed, if we were only there," replied the donkey.

The animals then consulted together how they should manage to drive out the robbers, till at last they settled on a plan.

The donkey was to place himself with his fore feet on the window-sill, the dog to climb on the donkey's back, and the cat on the dog's, and, lastly, the cock was to fly up and perch himself on the cat's head.

When that was done, at a signal they began their music all together. The donkey brayed, the dog barked, the cat mewed, and the cock crowed; then, with one great smash, they dashed through the window into the room, so that the glass clattered down.


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The robbers jumped up at this dreadful noise, thinking that nothing less than a ghost was coming in, and ran away into the wood in a great fright.

The four companions then sat down at the table, quite content with what was left there, and ate as if they were expecting to fast for a month to come. When the four musicians had finished they put out the light, and each one looked out for a suitable and comfortable sleeping-place.

The donkey lay down in the shed, the dog behind the door, the cat on the hearth near the warm ashes, and the cock set himself on the hen-roost; and as they were all tired with their long journey, they soon went to sleep.

Shortly after midnight, as the robbers in the distance could see that no more lights were burning in the house, and as all seemed quiet, the captain said, "We ought not to have let ourselves be scared so easily," and sent one of them to examine the house.

The messenger found everything quiet, went into the kitchen to light a candle, and thinking the cat's shining fiery eyes were live coals, he held a match to them to light it. But the cat did not understand the joke, flew in his face, spat at him, and scratched. He was dreadfully frightened, ran away, and was going out of the back door, when the dog, who was lying there, jumped up and bit him in the leg. As he ran through the yard, past the shed, the donkey gave him a good kick with his hind foot; and the cock being awakened, and made quite lively by the noise, called out from the hen-roost, "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

The robber ran as hard as he could back to the captain and cried, "In the house sits a horrid old witch, who flew at me, and scratched my face with her long fingers; and by the door stands a man with a knife, who stabbed me in the leg; and in the shed lies a black monster, who hit me with a club; and up on the roof there sits the judge, who called out, 'Catch the thief, Oh, Do!' So I made the best of my way off."

From that time the robbers never trusted themselves again in the house; but the four musicians liked it so well that they could not make up their minds to leave it, and there spent the remainder of their days, as the last person who told the story is ready to vouch for a fact.


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