Category: Animals

They call this chap the “Gardener’s Friend”–
Whose front is like his rear.
He moves the earth by placing it
From over there to here.
He’s also quite a sought addition
To any small boy goin’ fishin’.

by Ray Romine Thursday, April 19, 1951

This creature is the dromedary,
A kind of swaying dry-land ferry;
That single hump upon his back
Has laid him wide for quip and crack.
He does not choose to crack or quip,
But choose instead upon his lip.
Zoologically no bloomin’ ant,
He is a rheumy ruminant.
I think it’s cute the way he rates
On dates……..

by Ray Romine Thursday, July 22, 1948

The zoo no longer is a treat:
I can’t stand animals eating meat!

by Ray Romine Saturday, October 13, 1951

This creature is the dromedary,
A kind of swaying dry-land ferry;
That single hump upon his back
Has laid him wide lor quip and crack.
He does not choose to crack or quip,
But chews instead upon his lip.
Zoologically no bloomin’ ant,
He is a rheumy ruminant.
I think it’s cute the way he rates
On dates…

by Ray Romine Thursday, July 22, 1948

He has the sharpest ever nose;
The sharpest eyes, the sharpest ears;
And his own red fur winter clothes
Protect him in the coldest years.
His bushy tail makes him complete
With built-in muff to wann his feet.

by Ray Romine Thursday, September 17, 1953

The quickest thing upon the farm,
He climbs trees at the least alarm
But if I’m still as I can be,
He’ll come right up quite close to me,
And cock his head, and gravely stand
To make small food bits from my hand.
Then, to pay me back, this friendly chap
Drops nutshell coins into my lap!

by Ray Romine Saturday, January 10, 1953

All children play: pups chew on things;
Small insects (with six legs) go hiking;
Bird babies try out feathered wings;
Bear cubs find climbing to their liking.

All children have some kind of fun:
Lion children practice roaring;
And fishworm kids don’t miss the sun–
They spend their spare time cave-exploring.

And now I’ve read this poem, I’LL
Go out and play a little while!

by Ray Romine Thursday, September 17, 1953

One quarter eagle, three-fourths otter,
This creature soars above the water.
I want to bag one! Think how pleasant
To eat a fish that tastes like pheasant.

by Ray Romine Tuesday, November 13, 1951

Instead of a dog or a cat for a pet,
A seal is what I would like to get.
His needs are simple as one could wish:
A tub of water and maybe a fish.
And when I told stories, or funny jokes,
He’d clap his flippers and make loud croaks.
He’d teach me to swim, and best of all,
A seal is so smart he can even play ball!

by Ray Romine Saturday, February 6, 1954

Al though he sails between the trees,
Clinging to the limbs with ease,
He bounces like a happy mouse
Down here, when Spot is in the house;
And I have watched him. playing clown
On our fences, upside down.
He waves his tail, and struts and shows it;
He’s clever, and I think he knows it,
For he tells me when he stops to chat,
That he’s the perfect acrobat!

by Ray Romine Wednesday, December 17, 1952