The Boy - Poem by Sue Kilbracken
The boy stood on the burning deck
stomping his feet like mad.
Earlier he'd put a cigarette butt out
but no-one else had.
'Why, oh why on earth do ducks have such big broad flat feet? '
'Why and wherefore do they do? '
'Why? ', wisely said his mother,
'for stomping out the burning decks
like good little sailor boys do.'
'So why, oh why, do elephants
have such big expansive feet? ' [Yucks.]
'Didn't your mother ever tell you?
It's to stomp out burning ducks.'
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