Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for January

The Rain

The rain is raining all around, 
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here, 
And on the ships at sea.

	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

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!"

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.