He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Atter her, atter her, Sleeky flatterer,
So they bought you
And kept you in a
Little Gorilla, why do you look so sad? . . .
Are you thinking about the glorious times that you had
Ham, Shem, and Japhet went a-sailing in the Ark,
With all the kinds of animals that grunt and squeak and bark,
Ha there! old-pig, old bear, old bristly and gingery
Wombat out of the red earth peering gingerly,
The alligator is a creature
With not a single pleasing feature;
I rather think I would not wish,
If I might choose, to be a fish.
The hippo from the banks of Nile,
How wide and winning is the smile
Down in the shadow
Up in the sun,
Those lumbering horses in the steady plough,
On the bare field - I wonder, why, just now,
'Pengwengs,' the bos'n said,
'They're sailors drowned an' dead —
The tortoiseshell cat,
She sits on the mat,
Nests are wonderful things . . .
The rook's high house that swings
Look! said the hedge-sparrow, 'isn't he fine?
Nobody else has a child like mine!
When the tea is brought at five o'clock,
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
Beyond the brassy sun-stare where each shade
Crouches beneath its substance at mid-noon,
Long before the Mammoth died in the ice and snow,
Master Brocky made his earth snug and warm below.
You little friend, your nose is ready; you sniff,
Asking for that expected walk,
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo,
"Good gracious! how you hop!
In dreams I see the Dromedary still,
As once in a gay park I saw him stand:
Rhinoceros, your hide looks all undone,
You do not take my fancy in the least:
THIS is a rune I ravelled in the still,
Arrogant stare of an Australian cow—
Poor cows, poor sheep,
I weep, I weep
Man's cruel baseness to his beast!
—Poor uncomplaining brute,
King and Queen of the Pelicans we;
No other Birds so grand we see!
O boys and men of British mould,
With mother's milk within you
Kingfisher blue,
Was it you
The puma is a puss-cat, and a thumping big one too,
But mostly when you meet one it's a deal more scared than you;
Old Prickles he lives in the midst of a wood,
Where slugs, snails, and beetles abound for his food,
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