Dust of Snow

by Robert Frost

The way a crow Has given my heart

Shook down on me A change of mood

The dust of snow And saved some part

From a hemlock tree Of a day I have rued.

A Puzzling Question

by A.M.Pratt

Grandma says (though I don't know why)

That I am the apple of her eye;

Brother calls me- a dunce; Aunt Fan

Always says I'm her little man;

Father says I'm a reg'lar boy,

And mother calls me her pnde'n' joy.

Now this is what I should like to know —

How in the world a fellow can grow?

Who's a pride 'n' joy, an apple, a dunce,

A reg'lar boy and a man at once!

Scramble

by Jack Prelutsky

If the zebra were given the spots of the leopard

and the leopard the spots of the zebra

then the leopard would have to be renamed the zeopard,

and the zebra retitled the lebra.

And wouldn't we laugh if the gentle giraffe

swapped his neck for the hump on the camel?

For the camel would henceforth be called the camaffe,

the giraffe designated giramel.

It would be very funny, if the ears of the bunny

were exchanged for the horns of the sheep.

For the sheep would then surely be known as the shunny,

and the bunny quite simply the beep.

[ei]

Spring Rain

Anonymous

Rain, rain, rain, April rain,

You are feeding seed and grain,

You are raising plants and crops

With your gaily sparkling drops.

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