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Poetry for children

Deep under ice I am
lubberly, blubber-warm
rolling and playing

I dive I dive
I graze icebergs,
nobody knows

but me how many
caves and chambers
an ice-berg grows,

l backstroke in
then with a swoosh
I'm gone, unharmed.

Flubbery, lubberly,
blubbery, that's me.
Up on the rocks

out in the sun, how clumsy -
you watch me
flump and slither

lumber, clamber.
You think how lucky
not to be me,

but down in the deep
green rush of current
flubbery, lubberly

lucky, that's me.
Down in the deep
green rush of current
under the ice
I dance.

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