Second Grade Read Aloud Banquet

Songs for April

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.

	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday	Sunday
Week 26	Pinocchio Goes To See the Dog-Fish from Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi	Cornelia's Jewels from Fifty Famous Stories Retold by James Baldwin	A Maker of Thunder and a Friend in Black from The Burgess Bird Book for Children by Thornton Burgess	Bloom-of-Youth and the Witch of the Elders (Part 2 of 2) from The Boy Who Knew What the Birds Said by Padraic Colum	The Third Crusade from The Discovery of New Worlds by M. B. Synge	Betsy Has a Birthday (Part 3 of 3) from Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher	How Saul Saved the Eyes of the Men of Jabesh from Hurlbut's Story of the Bible by Jesse Lyman Hurlbut
	The Leader Not Known from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis Arrival at Chesapeake Bay from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis An Attack by the Savages from Richard of Jamestown by James Otis	The Crab's Enemies from Seaside and Wayside, Book One by Julia McNair Wright	The Owl and the Grasshopper from The Aesop for Children by Milo Winter	I Build a Big Canoe from Robinson Crusoe Written Anew for Children by James Baldwin	Frolic of the WiId Things from Nursery Tales from Many Lands by Eleanor L. and Ada M. Skinner	Unc' Billy Possum Sends for His Family from The Adventures of Unc' Billy Possum by Thornton Burgess	The Race from The Boxcar Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner
	Daybreak by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson		The Fairies of the Caldon Low by Mary Howitt	A Widow's Weeds by Walter de la Mare	To Violets by Robert Herrick	Fairy-Folk by Alice Cary

Uncle Remus—His Songs and His Sayings by Joel Chandler Harris

The Wonderful Tar-Baby Story

"D IDN'T the fox never catch the rabbit, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy the next evening.

"He come mighty nigh it, honey, sho's you born—Brer Fox did. One day atter Brer Rabbit fool 'im wid dat calamus root, Brer Fox went ter wuk en got 'im some tar, en mix it wid some turkentime, en fix up a contrapshun w'at he call a Tar-Baby, en he tuck dish yer Tar-Baby en he sot 'er in de big road, en den he lay off in de bushes fer to see what de news wuz gwine ter be. En he didn't hatter wait long, nudder, kaze bimeby here come Brer Rabbit pacin' down de road—lippity-clippity, clippity-lippity—dez ez sassy ez a jay-bird. Brer Fox, he lay low. Brer Rabbit come prancin' 'long twel he spy de Tar-Baby, en den he fotch up on his behime legs like he wuz 'stonished. De Tar Baby, she sot dar, she did, en Brer Fox, he lay low.

" 'Mawnin'!' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee—'nice wedder dis mawnin',' sezee.

"Tar-Baby ain't sayin' nuthin', en Brer Fox he lay low.

" 'How duz yo' sym'tums seem ter segashuate?' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.

"Brer Fox, he wink his eye slow, en lay low, en de Tar-Baby, she ain't sayin' nuthin'.

" 'How you come on, den? Is you deaf?' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee. 'Kaze if you is, I kin holler louder,' sezee.

"Tar-Baby stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay low.

" 'You er stuck up, dat's w'at you is,' says Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'en I'm gwine ter kyore you, dat's w'at I'm a gwine ter do,' sezee.

"Brer Fox, he sorter chuckle in his stummick, he did, but Tar-Baby ain't sayin' nothin'.

" 'I'm gwine ter larn you how ter talk ter 'spectubble folks ef hit's de las' ack,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee. 'Ef you don't take off dat hat en tell me howdy, I'm gwine ter bus' you wide open,' sezee.

"Tar-Baby stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay low.

"Brer Rabbit keep on axin' 'im, en de Tar-Baby, she keep on sayin' nothin', twel present'y Brer Rabbit draw back wid his fis', he did, en blip he tuck 'er side er de head. Right dar's whar he broke his merlasses jug. His fis' stuck, en he can't pull loose. De tar hilt 'im. But Tar-Baby, she stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay low.

" 'Ef you don't lemme loose, I'll knock you agin,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, en wid dat he fotch 'er a wipe wid de udder han', en dat stuck. Tar-Baby, she ain't sayin' nuthin', en Brer Fox, he lay low.

" 'Tu'n me loose, fo' I kick de natchul stuffin' outen you,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, but de Tar-Baby, she ain't sayin' nuthin'. She des hilt on, en de Brer Rabbit lose de use er his feet in de same way. Brer Fox, he lay low. Den Brer Rabbit squall out dat ef de Tar-Baby don't tu'n 'im loose he butt 'er cranksided. En den he butted, en his head got stuck. Den Brer Fox, he sa'ntered fort', lookin' dez ez innercent ez wunner yo' mammy's mockin'-birds.

" 'Howdy, Brer Rabbit,' sez Brer Fox, sezee. 'You look sorter stuck up dis mawnin',' sezee, en den he rolled on de groun', en laft en laft twel he couldn't laff no mo'. 'I speck you'll take dinner wid me dis time, Brer Rabbit. I done laid in some calamus root, en I ain't gwineter take no skuse,' sez Brer Fox, sezee."

Here Uncle Remus paused, and drew a two-pound yam out of the ashes.

"Did the fox eat the rabbit?" asked the little boy to whom the story had been told.

"Dat's all de fur de tale goes," replied the old man. "He mout, an den agin he moutent. Some say Judge B'ar come 'long en loosed 'im—some say he didn't. I hear Miss Sally callin'. You better run 'long."