Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for December

Where Go the Boats?

Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating—
Where will all come home?

On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.

Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
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

The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter

The Two Goats

Two Goats, frisking gayly on the rocky steeps of a mountain valley, chanced to meet, one on each side of a deep chasm through which poured a mighty mountain torrent. The trunk of a fallen tree formed the only means of crossing the chasm, and on this not even two squirrels could have passed each other in safety. The narrow path would have made the bravest tremble. Not so our Goats. Their pride would not permit either to stand aside for the other.

One set her foot on the log. The other did likewise. In the middle they met horn to horn. Neither would give way, and so they both fell, to be swept away by the roaring torrent below.

It is better to yield than to come to misfortune through stubbornness.