How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!
Shiver! It was not written to cause fear by grossing the reader out but oh how he succeeded in frightening me with that last chilling memorable stanza... Shiver
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I would like to translate this poem
I want to find its joined up handriting for my children For writing improvment.