A centipede was happy quite,
Until a frog in fun
Said, "Pray, which leg comes after which?"
This raised her mind to such a pitch
She lay distracted in a ditch.
While lying in this sorry state,
A ray of sunshine caught her sight
And pondering it's beauties long
She burst into a happy song;
Unthinking she began to run
And quite forgot the croaker's fun.
-Anonymous
(Yes, I realize this is really a caterpillar, a big fat fuzzy one that was fun to touch. When we came across him on our walk yesterday I couldn't help but think of this poem, a new favorite of mine. It was not the time to squabble about something like proper insect classification.)
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