Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for November

How Doth the Little Crocodile

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws! 

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 5	Pinocchio Is Hungry from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi	The White Ship from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	Sliding on the Ice from The Seasons: Winter by Jane Marcet	Fire for the King's Son from The Girl Who Sat by the Ashes by Padraic Colum	The Empire of Rome from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge	Betsy Holds the Reins (Part 2 of 3) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher	The Old Man Who Fought against the Giants from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
	Foes'-fear from Viking Tales by Jennie Hall	Balsam Fir (Part 2 of 3) from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch	The Dog, the Cock, and the Fox from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter	I Am Shipwrecked from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin	Hercules from A Child's Book of Myths and Enchantment Tales by Margaret Evans Price	Peter Rabbit Tells His Story from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess	The Wedding Story from The Sandman: His Ship Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
	A Sea Song from the Shore by James Whitcomb Riley	How Many Seconds in a Minute? by Christina Georgina Rossetti	The Monkeys and the Crocodile by Laura E. Richards	Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost	The Song of the Soldiers by Walter de la Mare	The Snowdrop by Alfred Lord Tennyson	Falling Snow, Anonymous

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.