Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for December


Some One

Some one came knocking

At my wee, small door;

Some one came knocking,

I'm sure—sure—sure;

I listened, I opened,

I looked to left and right,

But naught there was a-stirring

In the still dark night;

Only the busy beetle

Tap-tapping in the wall,

Only from the forest

The screech-owl's call,

Only the cricket whistling

While the dewdrops fall,

So I know not who came knocking,

At all, at all, at all.

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Week 42 Living Creatures from The Little Lame Prince by Dinah Maria Mulock The Endless Tale from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin A Butcher and a Hummer from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess EARTH: THE FIRST STORY from The Forge in the Forest by Padraic Colum
The Seven Sleepers from The Forge in the Forest by Padraic Colum 		The Last of the Moors from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge Borrowed Fire (Part 2 of 2) from The Bears of Blue River by Charles Major David's Handsome Son and How He Stole the Kingdom (Part 2 of 2) from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
The Condition of the Colony from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis
Tobacco from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis
Captain Newport's Return from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis 		Blue Chicory from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch The Ass, the Fox, and the Lion from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter I Teach Friday Many Things from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin The Leaping Match from Merry Tales by Eleanor L. Skinner What the Snow Did from The Adventures of Unc' Billy Possum by Thornton Burgess The Sounding Story from The Sandman: His Sea Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
The Great Brown Owl by Ann Hawkshaw Evening Red and Morning Gray, Anonymous   A Nautical Ballad, Anonymous Five Eyes by Walter de la Mare Jack Frost by Celia Thaxter The Mill by Dinah Maria Mulock
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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!"


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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.