I knew this boy
who quacked when he talked
and chirped when he sang
and waddled when he walked.
He honked when he sneezed.
He peeped when he cried.
And when he got really excited,
I knew this kid for quite some time.
We'd overcome many impasses.
But the biggest shock of my whole life came
when mom got me some glasses.
I guess that's why people say this:
If it sounds like a duck,
and acts like a duck,
and quacks like a duck,
(C) 1998, Arden Davidson
I am trying to find a publisher or agent
to represent any or all of the stories and poems
in "A Pocketful of Rhymes".
If you know anyone that can help, or have comments,
please e-mail me.Thanks!