Monday, June 27, 2011

Monday's Poems

Feeding Time
By: Shel Silverstein

Oh alligator, palligator, get up out of bed.
It's breakfast time and I can't find
Our keeper Mister Fred.
He smokes a pipe and wears a little
Derby on his head,
And he was' sposed to meet me here
To help to get you fed.


1 comment:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Alligator have an early snack?