I love to see the little stars

All dancing to one tune;

I think quite highly of the Sun,

And kindly of the Moon.

The million forests of the Earth

Come trooping in to tea.

The great Niagara waterfall

Is never shy with me.

I am the tiger's confidant,

And never mention names:

The lion drops the formal "Sir,"

And lets me call him James.

Into my ear the blushing Whale

Stammers his love. I know

Why the Rhinoceros is sad,

—Ah, child! 'twas long ago.

I am akin to all the Earth

By many a tribal sign:

The aged Pig will often wear

That sad, sweet smile of mine.

My niece, the Barnacle, has got

My piercing eyes of black;

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