Say what you like, All things love me! I pick no flowers -- That wins the Bee. The Summer's Moths Think my hand one -- To touch their wings -- With Wind and Sun. The garden Mouse Comes near to play; Indeed, he turns His eyes away. The Wren knows well I rob no nest; When I look in, She still will rest. The hedge stops Cows, Or they would come After my voice Right to my home. The Horse can tell, Straight from my lip, My hand could not Hold any whip. Say what you like, All things love me! Horse, Cow, and Mouse, Bird, Moth and Bee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RYTON FIRS by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE TO A FAT LADY SEEN FROM THE TRAIN by FRANCES CROFTS DARWIN CORNFORD HARRY PLOUGHMAN by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS RIDDLE: SEWING NEEDLE AND THREAD by MOTHER GOOSE IDYLLS OF THE KING: MERLIN AND VIVIEN by ALFRED TENNYSON |