Little Talk - Poem by Aileen Fisher
Don't you think it's probable
that beetles, bugs, and bees
talk about a lot of things -
you know, such things as these:
The kind of weather where they live
in jungles tall with grass,
and earthquakes in their villages
whenever people pass.
Of course, we'll never know if bugs
talk very much at all -
because our rears are far too big
for talk that is so small.
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