THERE was a small boy of Quebec, Who was buried in snow to his neck; When they said. "Are you friz?" He replied, "Yes, I is -- But we don't call this cold in Quebec." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VILLA PAULINE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN ABOVE AND WITHIN by DAVID IGNATOW WHEN I RISE UP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ABU SALAMMAMM - A SONG OF EMPIRE by EZRA POUND DEDICATION OF THE FIRST SONNETS TO A FRIEND ... by GEORGE SANTAYANA |