THE YIPIYUK

by Shel Silverstein 

 

In the swamplands long ago,

Where the weeds and mudglumps grow,

A Yipiyuk bit on my toe...

Exactly why I do not know.

I kicked and cried

And hollered "Oh"

The Yipiyuk would not let go.

I whispered to him soft and low

The Yipiyuk would not let go.

I shouted "Stop," "Desist" and "Whoa"

The Yipiyuk would not let go.

Yes, that was sixteen years ago,

And the Yipiyuk still won't let go.

The snow may fall,

The winds may blow

The Yipiyuk will not let go.

The snow may melt,

The grass may grow

The Yipiyuk will not let go.

I drag him 'round each place I go,

This Yipiyuk that won't let go,

And now my child at last you know

Exactly why I walk so slow.

 

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