Poetry on ice....

So cold here -- maybe we can learn something from NPR and the little poems  about these guys: Penguin by William Jay Smith Polar Bear by William Jay Smith Penguin I think it must be very nice To stroll about upon the ice, Night and day, day and night, Wearing only black and white, Always in your Sunday best— Black tailcoat and pearl-white vest. To stroll about so pleasantly Beside the cold and silent sea Would really suit me to a T! I think it must be very nice To stroll with Penguins on the ice.              For those who like the Arctic air,              There also is the Polar Bear. Polar Bear The Polar Bear never makes his bed; He sleeps on a cake of ice instead. He has no blanket, no quilt, no sheet Except the rain and snow and sleet. He drifts about on a white ice floe While cold wings howl and blizzards blow And the temperature drops to forty below. The Polar Bear never makes his bed; The blanket he pulls up over his head Is lined with soft and feathery snow. If ever he rose and turned on the light, He would find a world of bathtub white, And icebergs floating through the night. "Penguin" and "Polar Bear" by William Jay Smith, from Laughing Time: Collected Nonsense. © Farrar, Straus, & Giroux, 1953. Reprinted with permission. (buy now) Like this? Find more at the Writer's Almanac with my National Public Radio heart throb Garrison Kieler