It's rainingraining hard as cats and dogs, It always did when days we planned for came. I wish that we were ducks or little frogs, Then we could have our picnic just the same. It seems zif little children's pleasure days Could be put off in such a lot of ways. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A BABY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN BEFORE A PAINTING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BLACK EAGLE RETURNS TO ST. JOE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |