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Little Birds

Little Birds are dining
Warily and well,
Hid in mossy cell:
Hid, I say, by waiters
Gorgeous in their gaiters -
I've a Tale to tell.

Little Birds are feeding
Justices with jam,
Rich in frizzled ham:
Rich, I say, in oysters
Haunting shady cloisters -
That is what I am.

Little Birds are teaching
Tigresses to smile,
Innocent of guile:
Smile, I say, not smirkle -
Mouth a semicircle,
That's the proper style!

Little Birds are sleeping
All among the pins,
Where the loser wins:
Where, I say, he sneezes
When and how he pleases -
So the Tale begins.

Little Birds are writing
Interesting books,
To be read by cooks:
Read, I say, not roasted -
Letterpress, when toasted,
Loses its good looks.

Little Birds are playing
Bagpipes on the shore,
Where the tourists snore:
"Thanks!" they cry. "'Tis thrilling!
Take, oh take this shilling!
Let us have no more!"

Little Birds are bathing
Crocodiles in cream,
Like a happy dream:
Like, but not so lasting -
Crocodiles, when fasting,
Are not all they seem!

Little Birds are choking
Baronets with bun,
Taught to fire a gun:
Taught, I say, to splinter
Salmon in the winter -
Merely for the fun.

Little Birds are hiding
Crimes in carpet-bags,
Blessed by happy stags:
Blessed, I say, though beaten -
Since our friends are eaten
When the memory flags.

Little Birds are tasting
Gratitude and gold,
Pale with sudden cold:
Pale, I say, and wrinkled -
When the bells have tinkled,
And the Tale is told.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002


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  • Gulsher John (3/31/2014 11:24:00 PM)

    i wish to see the little bird flying not that much chatting

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  • Michelle Claus (3/31/2014 2:28:00 PM)

    Snarky. Carroll cloaked his ideas in riddle, and I admit defeat here. I could use a scholar's help to decipher the subtext. The form of the poem itself - I like each stanza's musical quality and parsimony.

  • Karen Sinclair (3/31/2014 1:07:00 PM)

    So very sad. The population used for the betterment of the nation are left to nothingness in a short while. Little birds. Us are taken I adore Lewis Carroll

  • Richard Blay (3/31/2014 12:11:00 PM)

    very nice, Lewis.good poem

  • Katie Valdovinos (3/31/2014 8:15:00 AM)

    Hey, is their any more Lewis Carroll poems? Because I want to read the poems he has done!

  • Katie Valdovinos (3/31/2014 8:00:00 AM)

    I like this poem Lewis Carroll sure does know how to write a poem!

  • Adeline Foster (3/31/2012 12:51:00 PM)

    Shall we giggle, laugh, and guffaw! Someone actually wants to tell Louie Carroll that his poetry is nonsense. Is this not merely a bedtime ditty in disguise? And who could teach Louie Carroll to write it better?
    Adeline Foster

  • AllyCat ~living life just to die some day (3/31/2011 10:02:00 AM)

    Not a very good poem. It's slightly confusing and is complete nonsense.

  • Ankita Sharma (3/31/2010 3:16:00 PM)

    Love you Lewis....I love Alice and I love wonderland.....: D
    I can't forget the lovely time I spent reading your book when I was a child......those happy, wonderful moments......wonderland....love that crazy world like hell

  • Kevin Straw (3/31/2010 5:37:00 AM)

    Are there really only 365 poems in the English language? I commented on this poem just a year ago. There are tens of thousands of poems which could be poem of the day.

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