I love it when the folks begin To give us kids our medicine; I've tasted lots o' things that's worse. I'm oldest, so they feed me first, An' when it comes their turns then I Just yell an' dance an' make 'em cry! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUMMER by HAYDEN CARRUTH A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN ENVOYS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND |