by Candace A. Dietz A lion cub named Lionel
Said, “Mama, this is final:
I cannot eat my peas,
So please don’t feed me these.
I’ll eat beans, broccoli and tomatoes,
Celery, eggplant and potatoes;
Cauliflower and carrots I’ll gladly finish
And fennel, lettuce, okra, spinach.
I’ll eat up linguini and all my zucchini
But please don’t feed me peas.
Please, oh please, not these!
I’ll eat apples, bananas, kiwi, craisins
Papaya, mango, melon, raisins,
Berries—black and red and blue—
And peaches, pears and oranges, too.
But please don’t feed me these.
Please, pretty please, no peas!
I’ll eat yogurt, hotdogs, turkey, too;
Ham, fish, sausage and tofu;
Eggs and liver, pizza, steak
And lots and lots of birthday cake!
But, mother, no more peas, please,
I don’t want any peas.”
His mother said, “You’ll like these peas—
They’re fresh from the pod. Just try them. Please.”
Lionel tried the fresh baby peas.
Then he smiled and said: “Some more peas, please!”
No comments:
Post a Comment