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

The Horseman

I heard a horseman

Ride over the hill;

The moon shone clear,

The night was still;

His helm was silver,

And pale was he;

And the horse he rode

Was of ivory.

  Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday
Week 3 Geppetto Returns Home To Make a Puppet from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi King Canute on the Seashore from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin Another Snowball from The Seasons: Winter by Jane Marcet Girl-go-with-the-Goats Loses House Room from The Girl Who Sat by the Ashes by Padraic Colum The Flight of Pompey from On the Shores of the Great Sea by M. B. Synge Aunt Harriet Has a Cough (Part 3 of 3) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher The Story of a Wedge of Gold from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
Olaf's Farm from Viking Tales by Jennie Hall Juncos (Part 3 of 3) from Outdoor Visits by Edith M. Patch The Young Crab and His Mother from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter I See Much of the World from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin Diana and Actaeon from A Child's Book of Myths and Enchantment Tales by Margaret Evans Price Prickly Porky Makes Friends from The Adventures of Prickly Porky by Thornton Burgess The Launching Story from The Sandman: His Ship Stories by Willliam J. Hopkins
Snow in Town by Rickman Mark The Land of Story-Books by Robert Louis Stevenson There Was an Old Person Whose Habits by Edward Lear The Wind and the Moon by George MacDonald Mrs. Earth by Walter de la Mare A Farewell by Charles Kingsley Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star by Jane Taylor
First row Previous row          Next row Last row
The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin  by Beatrix Potter

The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin


T HIS is a Tale about a tail—a tail that belonged to a little red squirrel, and his name was Nutkin.

He had a brother called Twinkleberry, and a great many cousins: they lived in a wood at the edge of a lake.


I N the middle of the lake there is an island covered with trees and nut bushes; and amongst those trees stands a hollow oak-tree, which is the house of an owl who is called Old Brown.


O NE autumn when the nuts were ripe, and the leaves on the hazel bushes were golden and green—Nutkin and Twinkleberry and all the other little squirrels came out of the wood, and down to the edge of the lake.


T HEY made little rafts out of twigs, and they paddled away over the water to Owl Island to gather nuts.

Each squirrel had a little sack and a large oar, and spread out his tail for a sail.


T HEY also took with them an offering of three fat mice as a present for Old Brown, and put them down upon his door-step.

Then Twinkleberry and the other little squirrels each made a low bow, and said politely—

"Old Mr. Brown, will you favour us with permission to gather nuts upon your island?"


B UT Nutkin was excessively impertinent in his manners. He bobbed up and down like a little red cherry,singing—

"Riddle me, riddle me, rot-tot-tote!

A little wee man, in a red red coat!

A staff in his hand, and a stone in his throat;

If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat."

Now this riddle is as old as the hills; Mr. Brown paid no attention whatever to Nutkin.

He shut his eyes obstinately and went to sleep.


T HE squirrels filled their little sacks with nuts, and sailed away home in the evening.


B UT next morning they all came back again to Owl Island; and Twinkleberry and the others brought a fine fat mole, and laid it on the stone in front of Old Brown's doorway, and said—

"Mr. Brown, will you favour us with your gracious permission to gather some more nuts?"


B UT Nutkin, who had no respect, began to dance up and down, tickling old Mr. Brown with a nettle  and singing—

"Old Mr. B! Riddle-me-ree!

Hitty Pitty within the wall,

Hitty Pitty without the wall;

If you touch Hitty Pitty,

Hitty Pitty will bite you!"

Mr. Brown woke up suddenly and carried the mole into his house.


H E shut the door in Nutkin's face. Presently a little thread of blue smoke  from a wood fire came up from the top of the tree, and Nutkin peeped through the key-hole and sang—

"A house full, a hole full!

And you cannot gather a bowl-full!"


T HE squirrels searched for nuts all over the island and filled their little sacks.

But Nutkin gathered oak-apples—yellow and scarlet—and sat upon a beech-stump playing marbles, and watching the door of old Mr. Brown.


O N the third day the squirrels got up very early and went fishing; they caught seven fat minnows as a present for Old Brown.

They paddled over the lake and landed under a crooked chestnut tree on Owl Island.


T WINKLEBERRY and six other little squirrels each carried a fat minnow; but Nutkin, who had no nice manners, brought no present at all. He ran in front, singing—

"The man in the wilderness said to me,

'How many strawberries grow in the sea?'

I answered him as I thought good—

'As many red herrings as grow in the wood.' "

But old Mr. Brown took no interest in riddles—not even when the answer was provided for him.


O N the fourth day the squirrels brought a present of six fat beetles, which were as good as plums in plum-pudding  for Old Brown. Each beetle was wrapped up carefully in a dock-leaf, fastened with a pine-needle pin.

But Nutkin sang as rudely as ever—

"Old Mr. B! riddle-me-ree

Flour of England, fruit of Spain,

Met together in a shower of rain;

Put in a bag tied round with a string,

If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring!"

Which was ridiculous of Nutkin, because he had not got any ring to give to Old Brown.


T HE other squirrels hunted up and down the nut bushes; but Nutkin gathered robin's pincushions off a briar bush, and stuck them full of pine-needle pins.


O N the fifth day the squirrels brought a present of wild honey; it was so sweet and sticky that they licked their fingers as they put it down upon the stone. They had stolen it out of a bumble bee's  nest on the tippitty top of the hill.

But Nutkin skipped up and down, singing—

"Hum-a-bum! buzz! buzz! Hum-a-bum buzz!

As I went over Tipple-tine

I met a flock of bonny swine;

Some yellow-nacked, some yellow backed!

They were the very bonniest swine

That e'er went over Tipple-tine."


O LD Mr. Brown turned up his eyes in disgust at the impertinence of Nutkin.

But he ate up the honey!


T HE squirrels filled their little sacks with nuts.

But Nutkin sat upon a big flat rock, and played ninepins with a crab apple and green fir-cones.


O N the sixth day, which was Saturday, the squirrels came again for the last time; they brought a new-laid egg  in a little rush basket as a last parting present for Old Brown.

But Nutkin ran in front laughing, and shouting—

"Humpty Dumpty lies in the beck,

With a white counterpane round his neck,

Forty doctors and forty wrights,

Cannot put Humpty Dumpty to rights!"


N OW old Mr. Brown took an interest in eggs; he opened one eye and shut it again. But still he did not speak.


N UTKIN became more and more impertinent—

"Old Mr. B! Old Mr. B!

Hickamore, Hackamore, on the King's kitchen door;

All the King's horses, and all the King's men,

Couldn't drive Hickamore, Hackamore,

Off the King's kitchen door."

Nutkin danced up and down like a sunbeam;  but still Old Brown said nothing at all.


N UTKIN began again—

"Arthur O'Bower has broken his band,

He comes roaring up the land!

The King of Scots with all his power,

Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower!"

Nutkin made a whirring noise to sound like the wind,  and he took a running jump right onto the head of Old Brown! . . . .

Then all at once there was a flutterment and a scufflement and a loud "Squeak!"

The other squirrels scuttered away into the bushes.


W HEN they came back very cautiously, peeping round the tree—there was Old Brown sitting on his door-step, quite still, with his eyes closed, as if nothing had happened.

* * * * * *

But Nutkin was in his waistcoat pocket!


T HIS looks like the end of the story; but it isn't.


O LD BROWN carried Nutkin into his house, and held him up by the tail, intending to skin him; but Nutkin pulled so very hard that his tail broke in two, and he dashed up the staircase and escaped out of the attic window.


A ND to this day, if you meet Nutkin up a tree and ask him a riddle, he will throw sticks at you, and stamp his feet and scold, and shout—