I LOVE to hear thine earnest voice, Wherever thou art hid, Thou testy little dogmatist, Thou pretty Katydid! Thou mindest me of gentlefolks, -- Old gentlefolks are they, -- Thou say'st an undisputed thing In such a solemn way. Thou art a female, Katydid! I know it by the trill That quivers through thy piercing notes, So petulant and shrill. I think there is a knot of you Beneath the hollow tree, -- A knot of spinster Katydids, -- Do Katydids drink tea? O, tell me where did Katy live, And what did Katy do? And was she very fair and young, And yet so wicked too? Did Katy love a naughty man, Or kiss more cheeks than one? I warrant Kitty did no more Than many a Kate has done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MILKMAID'S SONG by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL RAIN-SONGS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (1) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE VILLAGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON CITY STREETS by MARGARET E. BRUNER |