Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for December

Tired Tim

Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him.
He lags the long bright morning through,
Ever so tired of nothing to do;
He moons and mopes the livelong day,
Nothing to think about, nothing to say;
Up to bed with his candle to creep,
Too tired to yawn, too tired to sleep:
Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him.

	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 Fox and the Grapes

A Fox one day spied a beautiful bunch of ripe grapes hanging from a vine trained along the branches of a tree. The grapes seemed ready to burst with juice, and the Fox's mouth watered as he gazed longingly at them.

The bunch hung from a high branch, and the Fox had to jump for it, The first time he jumped he missed it by a long way. So he walked off a short distance and took a running leap at it, only to fall short once more. Again and again he tried, but in vain.

Now he sat down and looked at the grapes in disgust.

"What a fool I am," he said. "Here I am wearing myself out to get a bunch of sour grapes that are not worth gaping for."

And off he walked very, very scornfully.

There are many who pretend to despise and belittle that which is beyond their reach.