Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for January

Bed in Summer

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?

	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 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.