Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for January

The Little Turtle

There was a little turtle.
He lived in a box.
He swam in a puddle.
He climbed on the rocks.

He snapped at a mosquito.
He snapped at a flea.
He snapped at a minnow.
And he snapped at me.

He caught the mosquito.
He caught the flea.
He caught the minnow.
But he didn't catch me. 

	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 Fox and the Crow

One bright morning as the Fox was following his sharp nose through the wood in search of a bite to eat, he saw a Crow on the limb of a tree overhead. This was by no means the first Crow the Fox had ever seen. What caught his attention this time and made him stop for a second look, was that the lucky Crow held a bit of cheese in her beak.

"No need to search any farther," thought sly Master Fox. "Here is a dainty bite for my breakfast."

Up he trotted to the foot of the tree in which the Crow was sitting, and looking up admiringly, he cried, "Good-morning, beautiful creature!"

The Crow, her head cocked on one side, watched the Fox suspiciously. But she kept her beak tightly closed on the cheese and did not return his greeting.

"What a charming creature she is!" said the Fox. "How her feathers shine! What a beautiful form and what splendid wings! Such a wonderful Bird should have a very lovely voice, since everything else about her is so perfect. Could she sing just one song, I know I should hail her Queen of Birds."

Listening to these flattering words, the Crow forgot all her suspicion, and also her breakfast. She wanted very much to be called Queen of Birds.

So she opened her beak wide to utter her loudest caw, and down fell the cheese straight into the Fox's open mouth.

"Thank you," said Master Fox sweetly, as he walked off. "Though it is cracked, you have a voice sure enough. But where are your wits?"

The flatterer lives at the expense of those who will listen to him.