Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet



Songs for February

The Old Woman Tossed Up in a Blanket



The Carrion Crow



Sur le Pont d'Avignon



Charley over the Water




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.


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Week 9 Pinocchio Sells His Spelling-Book from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi The Black Douglas from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin The Old Orchard Bully from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess Water for the King's Son from The Girl Who Sat by the Ashes by Padraic Colum Voyage and Shipwreck from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge Betsy Goes to School (Part 1 of 2) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher The Present That Ehud Brought to King Eglon from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
The Sea Fight from Viking Tales by Jennie Hall A Frog Chorus (Part 2 of 3) from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch Hercules and the Wagoner from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter I Make Me a Raft from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin Daedalus and Icarus from A Child's Book of Myths and Enchantment Tales by Margaret Evans Price Jimmy Skunk and Unc' Billy Possum Tell Stories from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess The Fitting Story from The Sandman: His Ship Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
The Fairies by William Allingham The Owl and the Pussy-Cat by Edward Lear Eletelephony by Laura E. Richards Nonsense Verse by Edward Lear Nobody Knows by Walter de la Mare The Four Winds by Frank Dempster Sherman The First Bluebird by James Whitcomb Riley
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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."


[Illustration]

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.