THERE was a cruel darkey boy, Who sat upon the shore, A catching little fishes by The dozen and the score. And as they squirmed and wriggled there, He shouted loud with glee, "You surely cannot want to live, You're little-er dan me." Just then with a malicious leer, And a capacious smile, Before him from the water deep There rose a crocodile. He eyed the little darkey boy, Then heaved a blubbering sigh, And said, "You cannot want to live, You're little-er than I." The fishes squirm and wriggle still, Beside that sandy shore, The cruel little darkey boy, Was never heard of more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WOMAN'S ANSWER by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER DISARMAMENT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER GRECIAN KINDNESS: A SONG by JOHN WILMOT THE PITY OF LOVE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS DRINKING; PARAPHRASED by ANACREON THERE IS NO LOVING AFTER DEATH by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS A SPRING SONG by MATHILDE BLIND |