The Ant by Gladys May Casely-Hayford

I met the daintiest little ant,
Her waist was slim and narrow —
“I wonder if you’ve bones?” I asked,
“And are they filled with marrow?
Where are they situated,
Is what I’d like to know?
And are they lubricated
Like people’s bones or no?
Surely you must have a skull,
Protection for your brains,
To know the rate and the exchange
Of market goods and gains?”
But by the time I’d finished
My wonderful oration,
My dainty ant, distinctly bored,
Had changed her situation.

The Lizard

I met a handsome lizard upon the gravel walk,
And so I stopped politely and asked him for
a talk;
He nodded once, he nodded twice to make his
meaning plain,
Glanced up at me with wee bright eyes and
nodded once again.

I said, “You live on flies. Do you eat them
alive or dead?
And when you eat them, do they still keep
buzzing in your head?”
He shrugged, then very haughtily inclined to
me his ear
Insinuating it was time I made my meaning
clear.

“I’m sorry,” I began, “but please, this
question if I may;
Do you, Sir, shake your head for no and nod
your head for aye?”
He glanced at me with cold disdain, ignoring
me, until
He slowly and deliberately climbed on the
windowsill
He turned, he nodded once, twice, thrice to
make his meaning plain,
Glanced up at me, with wee bright eyes and
nodded once again.

Questions

Said Baby Rat to Father Rat, “Why are you
doing that?”

“To make another tunnel, son, away from
Pussycat.”

Said Baby Rat to Father Rat. “Say, Pa,
whatever for?”

“Tradition says of exits, a rat should have
quite four.”

Said Baby Rat to Father Rat, “There’s a
fragrance on the breeze.”

“It’s nothing much, my son” Pa said, “but
good odiferous cheese.”

“Say, Pa, are you a carpenter?” enquired
Baby Rat;

“My whiskers! What impertinence? Take
this — and that — and that.”

The squealing, yells and scampering feet,
had their own tale to tell.
Pa Rat was thrashing Baby Rat, and he
deserved it well.

-Gladys May Casely-Hayford

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