A vireo sings in the top of the tree The whole of the livelong day. He sings: "See me! Look at me! See me!" And that is all he can say. He is well worth looking at, natty and trim In his garments of olive green; He is hard at work on his leafy limb, And he wears the friendliest mien. But he sings: "Here, here! Look at me! Look, look! See me! Look at me! Do, do!" And that is the whole of his wisest book, Declaiming it through and through. I like his grit, and I like his cheer, And surely he's good to see; But I own it is tiresome forever to hear: "See me! Look at me! See me!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MINERVA JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE POET SPEAKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 3. TEESTAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |