Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for January

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.

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 3	Geppetto Returns Home To Make a Puppet from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi	King Canute on the Seashore from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	Another Snowball from The Seasons: Winter by Jane Marcet	Girl-go-with-the-Goats Loses House Room from The Girl Who Sat by the Ashes by Padraic Colum	The Flight of Pompey from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge	Aunt Harriet Has a Cough (Part 3 of 3) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher	The Story of a Wedge of Gold from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
	Olaf's Farm from Viking Tales by Jennie Hall	Juncos (Part 3 of 3) from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch	The Young Crab and His Mother from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter	I See Much of the World from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin	Diana and Actaeon from A Child's Book of Myths and Enchantment Tales by Margaret Evans Price	Prickly Porky Makes Friends from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess	The Launching Story from The Sandman: His Ship Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
	Snow in Town by Rickman Mark	The Land of Story-Books by Robert Louis Stevenson	There Was an Old Person Whose Habits by Edward Lear	The Wind and the Moon by George MacDonald	Mrs. Earth by Walter de la Mare	A Farewell by Charles Kingsley	Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star by Jane Taylor

Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Around the Fire by Lisa M. Ripperton

Tit for Tat

T HERE once lived a camel and a jackal who were great friends. One day the Jackal said to the Camel: "I know that there is a fine field of sugar cane on the other side of the river. If you will take me across, I'll show you the place. This plan will suit me as well as you. You will enjoy eating the sugar cane, and I am sure to find many crabs, bones, and bits of fish by the riverside, on which to make a good dinner."

The Camel consented and swam across the river, taking the Jackal, who could not swim, on his back. When they reached the other side, the Camel went to eating the sugar cane, and the Jackal ran up and down the river bank devouring all the crabs, bits of fish, and bones he could find.

But being so much smaller an animal, he had made an excellent meal before the Camel had eaten more than two or three mouthfuls; and no sooner had he finished his dinner than he ran round and round the sugar-cane field, yelping and howling with all his might.

The villagers heard him, and thought: "There is a jackal among the sugar canes; he will be scratching holes in the ground and spoiling the roots of the plants." And they all went down to the place to drive him away. But when they got there they found to their surprise not only a jackal, but a camel who was eating the sugar canes! This made them very angry, and they caught the poor Camel and drove him from the field and beat and beat him until he was nearly dead.

When they had gone, the Jackal said to the Camel, "We had better go home." And the Camel said: "Very well; then jump upon my back as you did before."

So the Jackal jumped upon the Camel's back, and the Camel began to recross the river. When they had got well into the water the Camel said: "This is a gritty way in which you have treated me, friend Jackal. No sooner had you finished your own dinner than you must go yelping about the place loud enough to arouse the whole village, and bring all the villagers down to beat me black and blue, and turn me out of the field before I had eaten two mouthfuls! What in the world did you make such a noise for?"

"I don't know," said the Jackal. "It is a habit I have. I always like to sing a little after dinner."

The Camel waded on through the river. The water reached up to his knees—then above them—up, up, up, higher and higher, until he was obliged to swim. Then turning to the Jackal he said, "I feel very anxious to roll." "Oh, pray don't; why do you wish to do so?" asked the Jackal. "I don't know," answered the Camel. "It is a habit I have. I always like to have a little roll after dinner." So saying, he rolled over in the water, shaking the Jackal off as he did so. And the Jackal was drowned, but the Camel swam safely ashore.