I awake to rain again.

Should I build an ark?

If I do the shark …

My thoughts grow far too dark …

 

A bear in my bed

Would keep me from sleep

For fear that it would eat  …

 

I have no dread of the pussycat,

But what of the mouse and rat …

For the poor pussycat

Must be fed …

 

I do like dogs

Yet fear they would gobble up frogs!

 

I imagine the crocodile’s smile

As he lies, just like a log

Waiting for some cat or unfortunate dog

To pass by …

 

On second thoughts, perhaps I

Should wait for the rain to stop

For I can not chop wood in rain …