Piping Down the Valleys Wild edited by Nancy Larrick

Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.We had nothing to do and nothing to say.It was nearing the end of a dismal day,And there seemed to be nothing beyond.THENDaddy fell into the pond! Quick, who wrote that poem? I discovered this poem as a young child, in one of the first books I remember owning, Piping …

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And whispered, “In the morning I’ll eat you, every last one of you.”

This wonderful quote comes from the Japanese poem, Clams, by Ishigaki Rin, about a woman who buys a bucket of live clams. She sets the bucket in the corner of her room and goes to bed. But she is unable to sleep because she can hear them gasping in the dark. It’s only when she …

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