I see said the flea,
I spy said the fly,
And way up above,
A bumble bee sighed.
I squirm said the worm,
I rant said the ant,
And deep down below,
There's a mole in his pants.
I wail said the snail,
I dug said the slug,
And rustling the bushes,
A bird caught a bug.
There's a sneeze in the trees,
And a yawn from the lawn,
Where sleeping silently,
Is a mouse called Shaun.
©2003 Gareth Lancaster
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On 28/07/2013 at 22:51 GMT Ben from NZ wrote:
"I like this poem."