HE'S a lively little fellow, much the smallest in the deck— You'd think each hostile runner would contrive to break his neck— But he's in and out like lightning—running there and dodging here— And despite his small proportions he is seldom out of gear. He's the brains of every struggle, he's the spark plug of the works— He is one perpetual motion, and he never, never shirks— He's the boss, with full discretion, and ten huskies, huge and tall, Wait upon his slightest order and his handling of the ball! With the courage of a lion, and the wisdom of a fox, He must stand against an onset that would overthrow an ox— Signal's given—then he's buried underneath a ton of foes— Yet this battered little demon turns up grinning at the close! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN IN HELL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE GREEK SONG: 1. THE STORM OF DELPHI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SONNET: 17. TO SIR HENRY VANE THE YOUNGER by JOHN MILTON FOR 'THE WINE OF CIRCE' (BY EDWARD BURNE JONES) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |