“It’s Not Me!” Friend, Apr. 1983, 20–21
It’s Not Me!
Who’s that high up in the tree,
Building a nest for her family?
Who could it be?
It’s not me!
It’s a bird.
Who’s that curled up in a ball,
Looking furry, round, and small?
Who could it be?
It’s not me!
It’s a cat.
Who’s that chomping down some hay?
He likes to gallop fast and play.
Who could it be?
It’s not me!
It’s a horse.
Who’s that sniffing at the ground,
Then up and frisking all around?
Who could it be?
It’s not me!
It’s a dog.
Who’s that buzzing ’round each flower,
Collecting pollen by the hour?
Who could it be?
It’s not me!
It’s a bee.
Who’s that climbing this old tree,
Gathering nuts for his family?
Who could it be?
It’s not me!
It’s a squirrel.
Who’s that swimming in the sea?
It doesn’t breathe air or walk like me.
Who could it be?
It’s not me!
It’s a fish.
Who will be tucked into bed
After good-night prayers are said?
Who could it be?
IT’S ME!