Animal Poems

My Very Own Alphabetical Anthology!
Here are some fun and classic animal poems for every letter of the alphabet!Some letters have more than 1 poem and some letters I couldn't find any at  all so I just made them up myself.  

A is for Armadillo
The Armadillo (Ogden Nash)
The armadillo lives inside
A corrugated plated hide.
Below the border this useful creature
Of tidy kitchens is a feature, 
For housewives use an armadillo
To scour their pots, instead of Brillo.

B is for Bear, Buffalo
The Bear Hunt (Margaret Widdemer)
I played I was two polar bears
Who lived inside a cave of chairs,
And Brother was the hunter-man
Who tried to shoot us when we ran.
The ten-pins made good bones to gnaw,
I held them down beneath my paw.
Of course I had to kill him quick
Before he shot me with his stick,
So all the cave fell down, you see,
On Brother and the bones and me.
So then he said he wouldn't play--
But it was tea time anyway!

The Lady and the Bear (Theodore Roethke)
A Lady came to a Bear by a Stream.
"O why are you fishing that way?
Tell me, dear Bear there by the Stream, 
Why are you fishing that way?"

"I am what is known as a Biddly Bear,--
That's why I'm fishing this way.
We Biddly's are Pee-culiar Bears.
And so, --I'm fishing this way."

"And besides, it seems there's a Law:
A most, most exactious Law
Says a Bear
Doesn't dare
Doesn't dare
Doesn't DARE
Use a Hook or a Line,
Or an old piece of Twine,
Not even the end of his Claw, Claw, Claw,
Not even the end of his Claw.
Yes, a Bear has to fish with his Paw, Paw, Paw.
A Bear has to fish with his Paw."

O it's Wonderful how with a flick of your Wrist,
You can fish out a fish, out a fish, out a fish,
If I were a fish I just couldn't resist
You, when you are fishing that way, that way,
When you are fishing that way."

And at that the Lady slipped from the Bank
And fell in the Stream still clutching a Plank,
But the Bear just sat there until she Sank;
As he went on fishing his way, his way,
As he went on fishing his way.

Buffalo Dusk (Carl Sandburg)
The buffaloes are gone.
And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
Those who saw the buffaloes by thousands and how they
       pawed the prairie sod int dust with their great hoofs,
       their great heads down pawing on in a great pageant
       of dusk,
Those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
And the buffaloes are gone.

C is for Cat, Cow, Crocodile
The Cat (Ogden Nash)
You get a wife, you get a house, 
Eventually you get a mouse.
You get some words regarding mice, 
You get a kitty in a trice.
By two A.M., or thereabout,
The mouse is in, the cat is out.
It dawns upon you, in your cot,
The mouse is silent, the cat is not.
Instead of Pussy, says your spouse,
You should have bought another mouse.

The Cats of Kilkenny (Anon)
There were once two cats of Kilkenny,
Each thought there was one cat too many;
So they fought and they fit,
And they scratched and they bit,
Till excepting their nails
And the tips of their tails,
Instead of two cats, there weren't any.
The Cow (Ogden Nash)
The cow is of the bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other, milk.

If You Should Meet a Crocodile (Anon)
If you should meet a crocodile,
Don't take a stick and poke him;
Ignore the welcome in his smile,
Be careful not to stroke him.
For as he sleeps upon the Nile,
He thinner gets and thinner;
And whene'er you meet a crocodile 
He's ready for his dinner.
The Crocodile (Lewis Carroll)
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pur the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!

D is for Dog
The Dog (Ogden Nash)
The truth I do not stretch or shove
When I state the dog is full of love.
I've also proved, by actual test,
A wet dog is the lovingest.

Roger the Dog (Ted Hughes)
Asleep he wheezes at his ease.
He only wakes to scratch his fleas.

He hogs the fire, he bakes his head
As if it were a loaf of bread.

He's just a sack of snoring dog.
You can lug him like a log.

You can roll him with your foot,
He'll stay snoring where he's put.

I take him out for exercise,
He rolls in cowclap up to his eyes.

He will not race, he will not romp,
He saves his strength for gobble and chomp.

He'll work as hard as you could wish
Emptying his dinner dish,

Then flops flat, and digs down deep,
Like a miner, into sleep.

E is for Elephant
Way Down South Where Bananas Grow (Anon)
Way down south where bananas grow,
A grasshopper stepped on an elephant's toe.
The elephant said, with tear's in his eyes,
"Pick on somebody your own size."

Eletelephony (Laura E. Richards)
Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant--
No! No! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone--
(Dear me! I'm not certain quite
That even now I've got it right.)

Howe'er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
the more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee--
(I fear I'd better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)

F is for Frog,
The Frog (Hilaire Belloc)
Be kind and tender to the Frog
And do not call him names,
As "Slimy-skin," or "Polly-wog," 
Or likewise "Uncle James,"
Or "Gap-a-grin," or "Toad-gone-worng,"
Or "Billy Bandy-knees":
The frog is justly senseitive
To epithets like these.

No animal will more repay
A treatment kind and fair,
At least, so lonely people say
Who keep a frog (and by the way,
They are extremely rare).

G is for Goat, Gorilla, Giraffe
Billy Goats Chew (Richard W. Emery)
The billy goat would like to chew
Your picture book or shirt or shoe.
He eats the laundry off the line.
He likes the taste of sticks and twine.
His whiskers wiggle in his chin.
He doesn't REALLY swallow TIN.
The nanny goat is billy's bride.
They chew the laundry side by side.

We Must Be Polite (Carl Sandberg)
If we meet a gorilla
what shall we do?

Two things we may do
if we so wish to do.

Speak to the gorilla,
very, very respectfully,
"How do you do, sir?"

Or, speak to him with less
distinction of manner,
"Hey, why don't you go back 
where you came from?"

If an elephant knocks on your door
and asks for something to eat,
there are two things to say:

Tell him there are nothing but cold 
victuals in the house and he will do 
better next door.

Or say:  We have nothing but six bushels
of potatoes--will that be enough for
your breakfast, sir?

Giraffe (Stanley Plumly)
The only head in the sky.
Buoyed like a bird's,
on bird legs too.
Moves in the slow motion
of a ride
across the longlegged miles
of the same place.
Grazes in trees.
Bends like a bow
over water
in a shy sort of 
Embarrassed by
such vulnerability,
often trembles, gathering
in a single moment 
the whole loose
fragment of body
before the run downwind.
Will stand still
in a camouflage of kind
in a rare daylight
for hours,
the leaves spilling
one break of sun
into another,
listening to the lions.
Will, when dark comes
and the fields open 
until there are
no fields,
turn in the length 
of light
toward some calm
still part of a tree's
new shadow, part of the moon.
Will stand all night
so tall
the sun will rise.

H is for Hippopotamus
The Hippopotamus (Jack Prelutsky)
The huge hippopotamus hasn't a hair
on the back of his wrinkly hide;
he carries the bulk of his prominent hulk
rather loosely assembled inside.

The huge hippopotamus lives without care
at a slow philosophical pace,
as he wades in the mud with a thump and a thud
and permanent grin on his face.

Habits of the Hippopotamus (Arthur Guiterman)
The hippopotamus is strong
And huge of head and broad of bustle;
The limbs on which he rolls along
Are big with hippopotomuscle.

He does not greatly care for sweets
Like ice cream, apple pie, or custard,
But takes to flavor what he eats
A little hippopotomustard.

The hippopotamus is true
To all his principles, and just;
He always tries his best to do
The things one hippopotomust.

He never rides in trucks or trams,
In taxicabs or omnibuses,
And so keeps out of traffic jams
and other hippopotomusses.

I is for Iguana
Walking With My Iguana (Brian Moses)
I'm walking 
with my iguana

I'm walking 
With my iguana
When the temperature rises
to above eighty-five,
my iguana is looking
like he's coming alive.

So we make it to the beach,
my iguana and me,
then he sits on my shoulder
as we stroll by the sea...

and I'm walking 
with my iguana

I'm walking
With my iguana

Well if anyone sees us
we're a big surprise,
my iguana and me
on our daily exercise,

till somebody phones 
the local police
says I've got an alligator
tied to a leash.

when I'm walking 
with my iguana

I'm walking 
With my iguana

It's the spines on his back
that make him look grim,
but he just loves to be tickled
under his chin.

And I know that my iguana
is ready for bed
when he puts on his pyjamas
and lays down his sleepy head.

And I'm walking 
with my iguana

still walking
With my iguana

With my iguana...
with my iguana...
and my piranha
and my chihuahua
and my chinchilla,
with my gorilla,
my caterpillar...
and I'm walking...
with my iguana...
with my iguana...
with my iguana...

J is for Jaguar
Jaguar (Francisco X. Alarcon)
some say
I'm now almost
extinct in this park

but the people 
who say this
don't know

that by smelling 
the orchids
in the trees

they're sensing
the fragrance
of my chops

that by hearing 
the rumbling 
of the waterfalls

they're listening
to my ancestors'
great roar

that by observing 
the constellations
of the night sky

they're gazing
at the star spots
on my fur

that i am and
always will be
the wild

living spirit
of the jungle

K is for Kittens
The Little Kittens (Anon)
Two little kittens, one stormy night,
Began to quarrel and then to fight;
One had a mouse, the other had none,
And that was the way the quarrel begun.

"I'll have that mouse," said the bigger cat, 
"You'll have that mouse? We'll see about that."
"I will have that mouse," said the elder son.
"You won't have that mouse!" said the little one.

I told you before 'twas a stormy night
When these two little kittens began to fight;
The old woman seized her sweeping broom,
and swept the two kittens right out of the room.

The ground was covered with frost and snow,
and the tow little kittens had nowhere to go;
So they laid them down on the mat at the door,
While the angry old woman was sweeping the floor.

An then they crept in as quiet as mice,
All wet with snow, and as cold as ice;
For they found it was better, that stormy night,
To lie down and sleep than to quarrel and fight.

L is for Lion
Radiator Lions (Dorothy Aldis)
George lives in an apartment, and
His mother will not let
Him keep a dog or polliwog
Or rabbit for a pet.

So he has Radiator Lions.
(The parlor is the zoo.)
They love to fight, but will not bite
Unless he tells them to.

And days when it is very cold,
And he can't go outdoors,
The glower and lower and they
Crouch upon all fours.

And roar most awful roarings and
Gurgle loud and mad.
Up their noses water goeses--
That's what makes them bad.

But he loves Radiator Lions!
He's glad, although they're wild,
He hasn't dogs or polliwogs
Like any other child!

M is for Mules, Mice
The Mules (Ogden Nash)
In the world of mules
There are no rules.

Mice (Rose Fyleman)
I think mice
Are rather nice.

Their tails are long,
Their faces small,
They haven't any 
Chins at all.
Their ears are pink,
Their teeth are white,
They run about 
The house at night
They nibble things
They shouldn't touch
And no one seems
To like them much.

But I think mice
Are nice.

N is for Newt
Home for Nervous Newts (Roger Stevens)
In Norris Nutshell's Home for Nervous Newts
You will find
Nigel Newt, hiding under a rock
Norman Newt, swimming all alone
Narissa Newt
Reading a book
Nigella Newt, cooking a meal for one
And Frank Frog
Wondering how he got into this poem by mistake.

O is for Ox
Swift Things Are Beautiful (Elizabeth Coatsworth)
Swift things are beautiful:
Swallows and deer,
And lightning that falls
Bright-veined and clear,
Rivers and meteors,
Wind in the wheat,
The strong-withered horse, 
The runner's sure feet.

And slow things are beautiful:
The closing of day,
The pause of the wave
That curves downward to spray,
The ember that crumbles,
The opening flower,
And the ox that moves on 
In the quiet of power.

P is for Panther, Pigs
The Panther (Ogden Nash)
The panther is like a leopard,
Except it hasn't been peppered.
Should you behold a panther crouch, 
Prepare to say Ouch.
Better yet, if called by a panther,
Don't anther.

If Pigs Could Fly (James Reeves)
If pigs could fly, I'd fly a pig
To foreign countries small and big--
To Italy and Spain,
To Austria, where cowbells ring,
To Germany, where people sing--
And then come home again.

I'd see the Ganges and the Nile;
I'd visit Madagascar's isle,
And Persia and Peru.
People would say they'd never seen
So odd, so strange an air-machine
As that on which I flew.

Why, everyone would raise a shout
To see his trotters and his snout
Come floating from the sky;
And I would be a famous star
Well known in countries near and far--
If only pigs could fly!

Q is for Quokka
Quokka (Liz Brownlee)
Quokkas are marsupial,
and live where it is hot,
they have a jumping habit,
are small, and smile a lot,

those Australian dingoes
will scoff them on the trot -
Oz was chock-a-block-a-quokkas,
but now they're hard to spot!

R is for Rabbits, Roe
The Rabbits (Ogden Nash)
Here's a verse about rabbits
That doesn't mention their habits.

My Heart's in the Highlands (Robert Burns)
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe,
My Heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of valour, the country of worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

Farewell to the mountains, high covered with snow;
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods;
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

S is for Sloth, Squirrel
The Sloth (Theodore Roethke)
In moving-slow he has no Peer.
You ask him something in his ear;
He thinks about it for a Year;

And, then, before he says a Word
There, upside down (unlike a Bird)
He will assume that you have Heard--

A most Ex-as-per-at-ing Lug.
But should you call his manner Smug,
He'll sigh and give his Branch a Hug;

Then off again to Sleep he goes,
Still swaying gently by his Toes,
And you just know he knows he knows.

To a Squirrel at Kyle-Na-No (William Butler Yeats)
Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I'd a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do 
Is to scratch your head
And let you go.

T is for Tiger, Tyger
The Young Lady of Niger (anon)
There was a young lady of Niger
Who smiled as she rode on a Tiger;
They came back from the ride
With the lady inside,
and the smile on the face of the Tiger.

The Tyger (William Blake)
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?  
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

U is for Uakari
Blush Monkey (Julie McEntee)
The embarrassed Uakari
climbed up the jungle tree
and hid his face
behind the leaves
so nobody could see.
When forgiving night had fallen
he crept back down again
while his blushing mom
sat wondering
where her red-faced boy had been.

V is for Vole
The Other 'ole' (Julie McEntee)
Vole starts with 'V'.
(Although he can't see
his own name)
Just the same,
It's worth knowing this gem
because if he thought it was 'M'
instead of a 'V'
a different creature he'd be!

W is for Worm, Wolf
A Wee Little Worm (James Whitcomb Riley)
A wee little worm in a hickory-nut
Sang, happy as he could be,
"O I live in the heart of the whole round world,
And it all belongs to me!"

A Night with a Wolf (Bayard Taylor)
High up on the lonely mountains,
Where the wild men watched and waited;
Wolves in the forest, and bears in the bush,
and I on my path belated.

The rain and the night together
Came down, and the wind came after,
Bending the props of the pine-tree roof,
And snapping many a rafter.

I crept along in the darkness,
Stunned, and bruised, and blinded;
Crept to a fir with thick-set boughs,
And a sheltering rock behind it.

There, from the blowing and raining,
Crouching, I sought to hide me.
Something rustled; two green eyes shone;
And a wolf lay down beside me!

His wet fur pressed against me;
Each of us warmed the other;
Each of us felt, in the stormy dark,
That beast and man were brother.

And when the falling forest
No longer crashed in warning,
Each of us went from our hiding place
Forth in the wild, wet morning.

X is for ???
A hex
on X!
No rhyme
this time
so moving right along...

Y is for Yak
The Yak (Hilaire Belloc)
As a friend to the children commend me the Yak.
You will find it exactly the thing:
It will carry and fetch, you can ride on its back,
Or lead it about with a string.

The Tartar who dwells on the plains of Thibet
(A desolate region of snow)
Has for centuries made it a nursery pet,
And surely the Tartar should know!

Then tell your papa where the Yak can be got,
And if he is awfully rich
He will buy you the creature--or else he will not.
(I cannot be positive which.)

Z is for Zebra
Zebra Question (Shel Silverstein
I asked the zebra,
Are you black with white stripes?
Or white with black stripes?
And the zebra asked me,
Are you good with bad habits?
Or are you bad with good habits?
Are you noisy with quiet times?
Or are you quiet with noisy times?
Are you happy with some sad days?
Or are you sad with some happy days?
Are you neat with some sloppy ways?
Or are you sloppy with some neat ways?
And on and on and on and on
And on and on he went.
I'll never ask a zebra
About stripes



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