Category: Animals

The Zebra is the standout kid
From all of nature’s types;
He must have been The Boy with her
To earn so many stripes.

by Ray Romine Sunday, January 14, 1951

His skin is thick; his temper’s short;
He stops to paw and sniff and snort;
He has the manners of a hog;
He’s handsome, nearly, as a log.
Important, touchy, brash and large,
He’s slow to think and quick to charge.
Without those horns atop his pan,
His description would fit man!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, November 14, 1951

Between the bars, my almost-brother
And I try to out-stare each other.
His round brown eyes, so bright, unblinking,
Make me wonder what he’s thinking.
The answer, it Is so plain to see, is,
He wonders if I’m smart as he isl

by Ray Romine Saturday, February 6, 1954

Jocko’s forelegs have, almost,
As good a hand as child can boast;
And then his two back feet can clasp
On anything within his grasp.
How many creatures ever hope
To owm a tail that is a rope?
It must be nice to have all these
If, for a living, one climbs trees!

by Ray Romine Thursday, September 17, 1953

Unpopular because, with skill,
He lives upon another’s kill,
Then laughs and laughs, I’ve noticed too,
As half his human brothers do.

by Ray Romine Sunday, January 14, 1951

This chap has seen a lot of shame
Because of the spelling of his gname.

by Ray Romine Wednesday, November 14, 1951

Although he may seem funny
With a neck stretched to the sky,
What sort of neck would you expect
To reach a head so high?

by Ray Romine Thursday, September 17, 1953

A lot has been said, I expect,
About the way this chap is necked;
But how convenient, when in zoo,
To stare back at who stares at you!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, September 3, 1952

He sits upon his lily pad
Kerchunking at the world–that’s bad,
For such a lazy attitude
Is negative, and much imbued
With bitterness. This frog needs poking.
Or like as not he’ll end up croaking.

by Ray Romine Sunday, January 14, 1951

His trunk gives him an easy way
To gather in peanuts and hay,
And then when he has finished eating,
He keeps himself from overheating
By giving every leather wrinkle
Thru his trunk, a rousing sprinkle.

A trunk’s quite handy that will do
For knife and fork and fire-hose too!

by Ray Romine Friday, February 8, 1952