Three Ways
“How sweet,” said the swan,
“To glide and plash!
And not, like a frog,
To dive and dash.”
“How fine,” said the frog,
“To dive and dash!
And not, like a swan,
To glide and plash.”
“But better than either
To float with grace,”
A pond lily whispered,
“Yet keep your place.”
Tom of Clapham used to say
He loved his mother dearly;
Yet he vexed her sorely every day—
Does that strike you queerly?