Poem by Vachel Lindsay

What the Rattlesnake Said

The moon’s a little prairie-dog.
He shivers through the night.
He sits upon his hill and cries
For fear that I will bite.

The sun’s a broncho. He’s afraid
Like every other thing,
And trembles, morning, noon and night,
Lest I should spring, and sting.

1. Buddha
2. The Cornfields
3. Foreign Missions in Battle Array
4. To Jane Addams at the Hague
5. Mark Twain and Joan of Arc

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