Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for January

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 37	The Christening from The Little Lame Prince by Dinah Maria Mulock	Socrates and His House from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	Jenny Wren's Cousins from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess	WATER: THE SECOND STORY from The Forge in the Forest by Padraic Colum King Fergus and the Water-Horse from The Forge in the Forest by Padraic Colum	Vasco da Gama's Great Voyage from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge	The One-Eared Bear (Part 1 of 2) from The Bears of Blue River by Charles Major	The Cripple at the King's Table from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
	A Crude Kind of Chimney from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis Cooking a Turkey from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis Candles or Rushlights from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis	Berries for Bluebirds from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch	The Lion and the Gnat from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter	I Discover a Wreck from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin	The Forest Bailiff from Merry Tales by Eleanor L. Skinner	Old Mrs. Possum Grows Worried from The Adventures of Unc' Billy Possum by Thornton Burgess	The Seaweed Story from The Sandman: His Sea Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
	Where Go the Boats? by Robert Louis Stevenson	The Sun Travels by Robert Louis Stevenson		John Grumblie, Anonymous	The Song of Shadows by Walter de la Mare	The Babie by Hugh Miller	Lady Moon by Richard Monckton Milnes

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.