Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for April

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 36	Pinocchio Becomes a Boy at Last from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi	The Brave Three Hundred from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	The Constant Singers from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess	The Treasure of King Labraid Lorc (Part 1 of 2) from The Boy Who Knew What the Birds Said by Padraic Colum	The Stormy Cape from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge	Lost in a Forest (Part 2 of 2) from The Bears of Blue River by Charles Major	The Sound in the Treetops from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
	The Second Proclamation from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis Building a Fortified Village from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis Trapping Turkeys from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis	Ants with Wings from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch	The Ass and the Load of Salt from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter	I See Savages from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin	The Fishing Party from Merry Tales by Eleanor L. Skinner	Unc' Billy Possum Grows Hungry from The Adventures of Unc' Billy Possum by Thornton Burgess	The Porpoise Story from The Sandman: His Sea Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
	The Bee and the Flower by Alfred Lord Tennyson	Runaway Brook by Elizabeth Lee Follen		Mine Host of "The Golden Apple" by Thomas Westwood	Bunches of Grapes by Walter de la Mare	September by Helen Hunt Jackson	The Funniest Thing in the World by James Whitcomb Riley

The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter

The Ants and the Grasshopper

One bright day in late autumn a family of Ants were bustling about in the warm sunshine, drying out the grain they had stored up during the summer, when a starving Grasshopper, his fiddle under his arm, came up and humbly begged for a bite to eat.

"What!" cried the Ants in surprise, "haven't you stored anything away for the winter? What in the world were you doing all last summer?"

"I didn't have time to store up any food," whined the Grasshopper; "I was so busy making music that before I knew it the summer was gone."

The Ants shrugged their shoulders in disgust.

"Making music, were you?" they cried. "Very well; now dance!" And they turned their backs on the Grasshopper and went on with their work.

There's a time for work and a time for play.