Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for April

All But Blind

All but blind
In his chambered hole
Gropes for worms
The four-clawed Mole.

All but blind
In the evening sky
The hooded Bat
Twirls softly by.

All but blind
In the burning day
The Barn-Owl blunders
On her way.

And blind as are
These three to me,
So blind to someone
I must be.

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 47	A Little Snow Bird from The Birds' Christmas Carol by Kate Douglas Wiggin	Whittington and His Cat (Part 2 of 2) from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	Some Merry Seed-Eaters from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess	Which Is Best from Fairy Tales Too Good To Miss—Into the Woods by Lisa M. Ripperton	Follow the Leader from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge	A Castle on Brandywine (Part 1 of 2) from The Bears of Blue River by Charles Major	The Angel with the Drawn Sword on Mount Moriah from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
	Turpentine and Tar from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis The Making of Clapboards from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis Providing for the Children from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis	Broad Leaves in Fall from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch	The Hares and the Frogs from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter	I Am Called Governor from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin	The Sailor Man from The Golden Windows by Laura E. Richards	Happy Jack Squirrel Makes an Unexpected Call from The Adventures of Unc' Billy Possum by Thornton Burgess	The Runaway Story from The Sandman: His Sea Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
	Aladdin by James Russell Lowell	Wizard Frost by Frank Dempster Sherman		The Merman by Alfred Lord Tennyson	Many a Mickle by Walter de la Mare	Thanksgiving Day by Lydia Maria Child	Thanksgiving Day by Lydia Maria Child

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.