Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for February

Tired Tim

Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him.
He lags the long bright morning through,
Ever so tired of nothing to do;
He moons and mopes the livelong day,
Nothing to think about, nothing to say;
Up to bed with his candle to creep,
Too tired to yawn, too tired to sleep:
Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him.

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 30	Pinocchio Leaves for the "Land of Boobies" from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi	The Sword of Damocles from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	Some Big Mouths from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess	The Giant and the Birds (Part 1 of 2) from The Boy Who Knew What the Birds Said by Padraic Colum	Dante's Great Poem from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge	"Understood Aunt Frances" (Part 4 of 4) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher	The Shepherd Boy's Fight with the Giant from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
	Building a House of Logs from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis Keeping House from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis Lack of Cleanliness in the Village from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis	Some Very Small Snails from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch	The Boys and the Frogs from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter	I Am Happy as a King from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin	Peter, Basil, and the Fox from Nursery Tales from Many Lands by Eleanor L. and Ada M. Skinner	Four Little Scamps Plan Mischief from The Adventures of Unc' Billy Possum by Thornton Burgess	Caught from The Boxcar Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner
	Twinkling Bugs, Anonymous	Little White Lily by George MacDonald		Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean, Anonymous	The Song of the Mad Prince by Walter de la Mare	An Emerald Is as Green as Grass by Christina Georgina Rossetti	The Chicken's Mistake by Phoebe Cary

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.