Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for October

How Doth the Little Crocodile

How doth the little crocodile

Improve his shining tail,

And pour the waters of the Nile

On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin,

How neatly spreads his claws,

And welcomes little fishes in

With gently smiling jaws!

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Week 42 Living Creatures from The Little Lame Prince by Dinah Maria Mulock The Endless Tale from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin A Butcher and a Hummer from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess EARTH: THE FIRST STORY from The Forge in the Forest by Padraic Colum
The Seven Sleepers from The Forge in the Forest by Padraic Colum
The Last of the Moors from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge Borrowed Fire (Part 2 of 2) from The Bears of Blue River by Charles Major David's Handsome Son and How He Stole the Kingdom (Part 2 of 2) from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
The Condition of the Colony from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis
Tobacco from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis
Captain Newport's Return from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis
Blue Chicory from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch The Ass, the Fox, and the Lion from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter I Teach Friday Many Things from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin The Leaping Match from Merry Tales by Eleanor L. Skinner What the Snow Did from The Adventures of Unc' Billy Possum by Thornton Burgess The Sounding Story from The Sandman: His Sea Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
The Great Brown Owl by Ann Hawkshaw Evening Red and Morning Gray, Anonymous   A Nautical Ballad, Anonymous Five Eyes by Walter de la Mare Jack Frost by Celia Thaxter The Mill by Dinah Maria Mulock
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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.