I had never read this poem. At The Zoo There are lions and roaring tigers, and enormous camels and things, There are biffalo-buffalo-bisons, and a great big bear with wings. There’s a sort of a tiny potamus, and a tiny nosserus too – But I gave buns to the elephant when I went down to the Zoo! There are badgers and bidgers and bodgers, and a Super-in-tendent’s House, There are masses of goats, and a Polar, and different kinds of mouse, And I think there’s a sort of a something which is called a wallaboo – But I gave buns… Read more »
I know what you mean. I liked that country too. I guess those of us who liked that old country might try to associate together to keep those things alive. The hard part is figuring out how.
biffalo–buffalo-bisons
I had never read this poem. At The Zoo There are lions and roaring tigers, and enormous camels and things, There are biffalo-buffalo-bisons, and a great big bear with wings. There’s a sort of a tiny potamus, and a tiny nosserus too – But I gave buns to the elephant when I went down to the Zoo! There are badgers and bidgers and bodgers, and a Super-in-tendent’s House, There are masses of goats, and a Polar, and different kinds of mouse, And I think there’s a sort of a something which is called a wallaboo – But I gave buns… Read more »
Just a silly verse I remembered from my childhood oh so long ago, in a country we once knew
I know what you mean. I liked that country too. I guess those of us who liked that old country might try to associate together to keep those things alive. The hard part is figuring out how.