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 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

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.