THE Microbe is so very small You cannot make him out at all, But many sanguine people hope To see him through a microscope. His jointed tongue that lies beneath A hundred curious rows of teeth; His seven tufted tails with lots Of lovely pink and purple spots On each of which a pattern stands, Composed of forty separate bands; His eyebrows of a tender green; All these have never yet been seen -- But Scientists, who ought to know, Assure us that they must be so. . . . Oh! let us never, never doubt What nobody is sure about! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES by ROBERT BURNS THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18. THE CHARM by THOMAS CAMPION TO A LADY: SHE REFUSING TO CONTINUE A DISPUTE WITH ME by MATTHEW PRIOR ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH DAWN AT LEXINGTON by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE LAST MAN: DREAM OF DYING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |