Little Creatures

Much occurs at various times
In this world of tiny rhymes.
It could be serious, or comic too,
So please then, friend, continue.

A little feather flew over the land;
A hippopotamus slept beneath on sand.
The feather said, "I will disturb it!"
It thought quite so to perturb it.
So the feather played the clown
And tickled with its tickly down.
The hippo opened wide its jaw
And let out a huge guffaw.

A little spark would soon surprise
Quite with its destruction's cries.
It sprang from stove to its own peril
And landed in a powder barrel.
The powder, black, exploded then
And this brought out the firemen
Who watered down this emergency
So that fire and spark lost their urgency.

Good king Magarone placed a fine gem
In middle of his regal diadem.
A rarest gemstone quite so fine,
It glistened like the sun's bright shine.
An evil king came out from Poland
To take that gemstone to his lowland.
They argued much for minutes ten,
As argumentative regal men.
Then there came an awful war
But Magarone won, and thereby swore
To charity the stone be given,
For his people had with him striven. 

A soap bubble hovered as it flew
Towards a window's street-side view.
"Oh, take me away," a spider cried out,
While springing from his gutter spout.
And as the spider's weight was light,
They flew on towards the sea that night.
But then there came a nasty midge,
The soap bubble to hemorrhage.
The ship of spider and of bubble
Sank into a sea of trouble.

A cuckoo's egg dropped from a tree
And broke apart due to gravity.
Inwards was found a crocodile,
An April Fool's surprise reptile.

Mister Miller had a flea,
That bit him somewhere inwardly.
Mister Miller was quite impressed,
And fetched some scissors for this pest
That it might soon be cut in two.
But soon from flea-parts' residue
What seemed just one now became two
Who took the place of the flea he slew.
Then said one flea unto his friend:
"Snipping fleas in two is not the end."

A tailor's hand found a sewing pin
which found its pointed way through skin.
The tailor was thereby full dumbstruck
As the needle said loud, "I'll bring you luck."
The king heard of this good luck tale
And bought up his many clothes for sale.
The tailor stitched with all his might
And earned much profit which was right.
So did a sewing pin instantaneously
Make for luck most curiously.

A bit of seed was lying around
When a blackbird espied it on the ground.
"While I could dine upon this feast,
I'll pity take on this seed, at least."
Because the blackbird left it lie,
The seed had time to grow quite high.
And now it is a great large tree
With nests snuggled high quite blissfully.
That blackbird built its nest above,
And sang quite loud of nesting love.

A water drop fell from the skies,
A trickster, I should emphasize.
In the grass did a stupid rabbit doze,
As the drop dropped down upon its nose.
The rabbit woke up on the spot
And surely thought it had been shot.
It leapt up from its resting place,
And thereby showed its rabbit's face.
A hunter took aim, the story goes,
And shot that rabbit in its nose.

There was a button on Fritz' cap,
a cheeky, jocular, knobby chap.
At first it struggled hours long
To break the threads which held it strong.
But when it finally fell, it found a little stone
And there it slept, button tired and prone.
A snake came upon the sleeper,
For tasty beetles lure on this creeper.
Thinking it was some crunchy bug
It ate that button with a happy shrug.

A little stone rolled down snappily
From a mountain's summit happily.
And as it rolled upon the snow,
The snowy stone did seem to grow.
And as it grew, it cried with glee:
"I am an avalanche of pebble ancestry."
It tore away a family house
And seven trees, this stony louse.
But then it rolled into the sea,
One tiny stone sinking, worthlessly.

There was a nasty, little lad
Who stuck his tongue out, which was bad.
On his way to go to school
He did those things both rude and cruel.
And as an orphan, he thought he would
Get away with what he could.
But for this -- for he learned the worst --
To be a poor organ grinder he was cursed.

There was a poor but lovely little lass
Of the poorer, lower working class;
Her name was Lina, I believe,
And we should not for her story grieve.
She was hard working, true and versed,
And through a Chinese prince her life reversed.
He said, "Lina, you are worthy fair,
Come be my bride beyond all compare."
And now they're bound by loving tether
On a throne of yellow silk together.