O dear! that artful boy
Refuses me a word!
But, Sir, I shall enjoy
My food, though you're absurd!
O dear! that artful boy
My table will not share!
But, Sir, I shall enjoy
My rest, though you're not there!
by Richard WilburSecurely sunning in a forest glade,
A mild, well-meaning snake
Approved the adaptations he had made
For safety’s sake.
He liked the skin he had—
Its mottled camouflage, its look of mail,