Meditation

The world is full of interest If a boy takes time to see That all around him there are things Of much variety. He then observes a guinea-pig Is nothing like a bee.

He sees the caterpillar With its legs and fuzzy coat Is altogether different From a shaggy mountain goat; And that a hop-toad sort of sings While giraffes can't sing a note!

But when a boy thinks of the fish That live where billows roll,— The millions and the millions That swim from pole to pole, The small ones and the big ones That eat the small ones whole.

Yes, when a boy thinks of the fish That swim the sea to-day— The round ones and the square ones And the flat ones, like a tray— He feels that he has thought enough— And better go and play.