The mushroom people are always dreary.
They never smile and they’re never cheery.
They build their houses under rotting logs
And spend every day in the stinking bogs.
I think you’d be likely to wear a frown
If you had to live in the mushroom town.
cats and dogs
The cats and dogs of Shangri-la
Parade around the town,
With drums and flutes and tubas, too,
From morning ‘till sundown.
When, late at night, they snuggle tight
And settle down to sleep,
There in their dreams they learn the tunes
And rhythms they must keep.
Then, when they wake, they gather up
The instruments they play,
And, one by one, they fall in line
To march another day.
spiders
Not all spiders are hairy and scary,
Some of them are really quite nice.
They spend their day chasing bad bugs away,
So before you squish one, think twice!
because
Atop the blade of grass he stood –
The mighty little ant that could.
“Why climb,” the other ants had asked?
“Because it’s there,” he’d said at last.