Apr 23, 2004 15:32
How doth the little crocodile
improve its shining tail
And pour the waters of the Nile
down every golden scale
How cheerful he seems to grin
How neatly spreads his claws
And welcomes little fishes in
with gently smiling jaws
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Full leisurely we glide
For both our oars, with little skill
By little arms are plied
While little hands make vain pretence
Our wanderings to guide
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