There are lizards in the pool, Pollywogs and fishes fleet; Swimming where it's wet and cool, Finding tiny things to eat. They don't have to go to school, They can always wet their feet. P'raps it gives them extra joy 'Cause they're not a little boy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ELEPHANT by HILAIRE BELLOC IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES THE SLAVE TRADE: VIEW FROM THE MIDDLE PASSAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: AT FAIRBANKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |