Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for November

The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky

The Moon's the North Wind's cooky.

He bites it, day by day,

Until there's but a rim of scraps

That crumble all away.

The South Wind is a baker.

He kneads clouds in his den,

And bakes a crisp new moon that . . . greedy

North . . . Wind . . . eats . . . again!

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 7	Geppetto Gives Pinocchio His Breakfast from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi	A Story of Robin Hood from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	The Thaw from The Seasons: Winter by Jane Marcet	Crow-feather-Cloak Again (Part 2 of 2) from The Girl Who Sat by the Ashes by Padraic Colum	The Roman World from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge	A Short Morning (Part 1 of 2) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher	The Story of an Altar beside the River from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
	Harald's Battle from Viking Tales by Jennie Hall	Tracks on the Snow from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch	The Eagle and the Jackdaw from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter	I Find a Strange Lodging Place from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin	Phaeton and the Chariot of the Sun from A Child's Book of Myths and Enchantment Tales by Margaret Evans Price	Jimmy Skunk Calls on Prickly Porky from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess	The Captain Solomon Story from The Sandman: His Ship Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
	The World's Music by Gabriel Setoun	The Sailors' Delight, Anonymous	A Lobster Quadrille by Lewis Carroll	The Watchman's Song, Anonymous	The Cupboard by Walter de la Mare	To a Child: Written in Her Album by William Wordsworth	Naughty Claude by James Whitcomb Riley

The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter

The Ants and the Grasshopper

One bright day in late autumn a family of Ants were bustling about in the warm sunshine, drying out the grain they had stored up during the summer, when a starving Grasshopper, his fiddle under his arm, came up and humbly begged for a bite to eat.

"What!" cried the Ants in surprise, "haven't you stored anything away for the winter? What in the world were you doing all last summer?"

"I didn't have time to store up any food," whined the Grasshopper; "I was so busy making music that before I knew it the summer was gone."

The Ants shrugged their shoulders in disgust.

"Making music, were you?" they cried. "Very well; now dance!" And they turned their backs on the Grasshopper and went on with their work.

There's a time for work and a time for play.