The ocelot’s a clever cat.
She knowsalot of this and that.
She growsalot of spotted fur
Which looks extremely well on her.
In places where it snowsalot
She seldom ever goesalot
She much prefers it where it’s hot.
That’s all about the ocelot.
by Mary Ann Hoberman
Dining with his older daughter
Dad forgot to order water.
Daughter quickly called the waiter.
Waiter said he’d bring it later.
So she waited, did the daughter,
Till the waiter brought her water.
When he poured it for her later,
Which one would you call the waiter?
(These poems are both taken from a collection called The Llama Who Had No Pajama: 100 Favorite Poems by Mary Ann Hoberman, illustrated by Betty Fraser.)