by Jon Kip
A slow-moving snail with his house on his back,
An amoeba too small to be seen.
Two thorny-toed horny toads sit on the rocks,
Catching flies as they fly in between.
A flutterous butterfly flitters around,
Flying this way and that with the breeze.
The centipede does what all centipedes do...
Sits around with his friends counting knees.
A brown twisty snake lies atop a warm rock,
He's really cold-blooded, they tell us.
He watches the centipedes counting their knees,
But he's really too cool to be jealous.
The fish on this day are all swimming alone,
Each one claiming his space in the pool.
I think they're still friends and that when this day ends,
They'll be swimming together in school.
So all of the pond folks are sitting around,
Just relaxing a bit on this Sunday.
They're resting all up and are settling down,
'Cause they go back to work when it's Monday.
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