Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for November

The Little Turtle

There was a little turtle.
He lived in a box.
He swam in a puddle.
He climbed on the rocks.

He snapped at a mosquito.
He snapped at a flea.
He snapped at a minnow.
And he snapped at me.

He caught the mosquito.
He caught the flea.
He caught the minnow.
But he didn't catch me. 

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 25	Pinocchio Promises To Be Good and Studious from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi	The Story of Regulus from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	Some Homes in the Green Forest from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess	Bloom-of-Youth and the Witch of the Elders (Part 1 of 2) from The Boy Who Knew What the Birds Said by Padraic Colum	Frederick Barbarossa from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge	Betsy Has a Birthday (Part 2 of 3) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher	The Tall Man Who Was Chosen King from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
	A Variety of Wild Game from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis The Tempest from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis The New Country Sighted from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis	The Hermit Crab from Seaside and Wayside, Book One by Julia McNair Wright	The Frogs Who Wished for a King from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter	I Become a Potter from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin	The Travels of a Fox from Nursery Tales from Many Lands by Eleanor L. and Ada M. Skinner	Reddy Fox Thinks He Sees a Ghost from The Adventures of Unc' Billy Possum by Thornton Burgess	Cherry Picking from The Boxcar Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner
	A Boy's Song by James Hogg	The Cow by Robert Louis Stevenson		The Pasture by Robert Frost	In Vain by Walter de la Mare	Wishing by William Allingham	Ariel's Song from The Tempest by William Shakespeare

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.