Poetry
They scrambled through branches and followed the sound.
Then will said, "It's coming from under that mound."
And that's when they saw it—a dark open hollow.
They stopped in their tracks and took a big swallow.
"A cave," Wally whispered. "We can't go in there."
And Will said, "It could be a den for a bear."
They heard Fitzhugh howling from somewhere inside.
And Cecil was tempted to run off and hide.
If you think you’re going buggy eating burgers and fries
Same old ice-cream, same old pies…
We’ll seat you, and we’ll treat you to wild cuisine!
We’ve the best bug platters you’ve ever seen!
If you crave a beetle, an ant or a fly,
The Bug House is the place that’ll satisfy.
I saw two hippopotami,
when they were peeking water-high.
One hippo seemed a friendly guy,
but not for very long!
