THE Microbe is so very small You cannot make him out at all, But many sanguine people hope To see him through a microscope. His jointed tongue that lies beneath A hundred curious rows of teeth; His seven tufted tails with lots Of lovely pink and purple spots On each of which a pattern stands, Composed of forty separate bands; His eyebrows of a tender green; All these have never yet been seen -- But Scientists, who ought to know, Assure us that they must be so. . . . Oh! let us never, never doubt What nobody is sure about! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HENRY PURCELL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SONNET TO NIGHT by JOSEPH BLANCO WHITE A ROCKING HYMN by GEORGE WITHER THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD: TRANSLATION by CAIUS PEDO ALBINOVANUS CHARACTERS: SUSANNAH BARBAULD MARISSAL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE PARLOUS THING by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: ZOHEYR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |