Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for December

Bed in Summer

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 33	Pinocchio Is Sold from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi	The Ungrateful Guest from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	Peter Gets a Lame Neck from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess	The Sea-Maiden Who Became a Sea-Swan (Part 2 of 2) from The Boy Who Knew What the Birds Said by Padraic Colum	Prince Henry, the Sailor from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge	How Balser Got a Gun (Part 1 of 2) from The Bears of Blue River by Charles Major	How David Spared Saul's Life from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
	A Touch of Homesickness from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis Master Hunt's Preaching from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis Neglecting To Provide for the Future from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis	A Spider's Tower from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch	The Ass Carrying the Image from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter	I Am Again Alarmed from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin	The Straw Ox from Nursery Tales from Many Lands by Eleanor L. and Ada M. Skinner	The Runaway Cabbage from The Adventures of Unc' Billy Possum by Thornton Burgess	Safe from The Boxcar Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner
	A Sand Castle, Anonymous	The Wonderful World by William Brighty Rands		The Fairy Shoemaker by William Allingham	The Bees' Song by Walter de la Mare	Summer Woods by Mary Howitt	A Sea Song from the Shore 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.