Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for November

The Caterpillar

Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
Or what not,
Which may be the chosen spot.
No toad spy you,
Hovering bird of prey pass by you;
Spin and die,
To live again a butterfly.

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 23	Pinocchio Flies with a Pigeon to the Ocean from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi	How Napoleon Crossed the Alps from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	A Robber in the Old Orchard from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess	The King of the Birds (Part 1 of 2) from The Boy Who Knew What the Birds Said by Padraic Colum	A Spanish Hero from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge	The New Clothes Fail (Part 2 of 2) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher	Saint Columba (Part 2 of 2) from Our Island Saints by Amy Steedman
	We Make Sail Again from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis The First Island from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis Captain Smith Accused from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis	Mr. Crab and His Friends from Seaside and Wayside, Book One by Julia McNair Wright	The Travelers and the Purse from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter	I Harvest My Grain from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin	Munachar and Manachar from Nursery Tales from Many Lands by Eleanor L. and Ada M. Skinner	Buster Bear Gives It All Away from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess	At Home from The Boxcar Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner
	Bumble-Bee and Clover, Anonymous	Little Blue Pigeon by Eugene Field		The Caterpillar, Anonymous	The Little Green Orchard by Walter de la Mare	Hark! Hark! The Lark! by William Shakespeare	Dandelion by Nellie M. Garabrant

The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter

The Crow and the Pitcher

In a spell of dry weather, when the Birds could find very little to drink, a thirsty Crow found a pitcher with a little water in it. But the pitcher was high and had a narrow neck, and no matter how he tried, the Crow could not reach the water. The poor thing felt as if he must die of thirst.

Then an idea came to him. Picking up some small pebbles, he dropped them into the pitcher one by one. With each pebble the water rose a little higher until at last it was near enough so he could drink.

In a pinch a good use of our wits may help us out.