Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet



Songs for September




Who Has Seen the Wind?

Who has seen the wind?

Neither I nor you;

But when the leaves hang trembling

The wind is passing through.


Who has seen the wind?

Neither you nor I.

But when the trees bow down their heads

The wind is passing by.


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Week 8 Geppetto Makes Pinocchio New Feet from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi Bruce and the Spider from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin Jenny Wren Arrives from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess Through the Three Woods and to the King's Castle from The Girl Who Sat by the Ashes by Padraic Colum A Great World Power from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge A Short Morning (Part 2 of 2) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher Saint David from Our Island Saints by Amy Steedman
Gyda's Saucy Message from Viking Tales by Jennie Hall The Call of Wild Geese (Part 1 of 3) from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch The Boy and the Filberts from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter I Visit the Wreck from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin Arcas and Callisto from A Child's Book of Myths and Enchantment Tales by Margaret Evans Price Prickly Porky Nearly Chokes from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess The Unloading Story from The Sandman: His Ship Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
The Night Wind by Eugene Field Humility by Robert Herrick Disobedience by A. A. Milne The Sea, Anonymous Unstooping by Walter de la Mare God Bless Our Native Land by C. T. Brooks Lullaby of an Infant Chief by Sir Walter Scott
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The Aesop for Children  by Milo Winter

The Fox and the Crow

One bright morning as the Fox was following his sharp nose through the wood in search of a bite to eat, he saw a Crow on the limb of a tree overhead. This was by no means the first Crow the Fox had ever seen. What caught his attention this time and made him stop for a second look, was that the lucky Crow held a bit of cheese in her beak.

"No need to search any farther," thought sly Master Fox. "Here is a dainty bite for my breakfast."

Up he trotted to the foot of the tree in which the Crow was sitting, and looking up admiringly, he cried, "Good-morning, beautiful creature!"


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The Crow, her head cocked on one side, watched the Fox suspiciously. But she kept her beak tightly closed on the cheese and did not return his greeting.

"What a charming creature she is!" said the Fox. "How her feathers shine! What a beautiful form and what splendid wings! Such a wonderful Bird should have a very lovely voice, since everything else about her is so perfect. Could she sing just one song, I know I should hail her Queen of Birds."

Listening to these flattering words, the Crow forgot all her suspicion, and also her breakfast. She wanted very much to be called Queen of Birds.

So she opened her beak wide to utter her loudest caw, and down fell the cheese straight into the Fox's open mouth.

"Thank you," said Master Fox sweetly, as he walked off. "Though it is cracked, you have a voice sure enough. But where are your wits?"

The flatterer lives at the expense of those who will listen to him.