I'd like to share some of Noel Bastable's brilliant poetry featured in E. Nesbit's The Story of the Treasure Seekers. If you haven't read the book, you're missing out in a big, big way. It's hysterically funny.
O Eloquence and what art thou?
Ay what art thou? because we cried
And everybody cried inside
When they came out their eyes were red--
And it was your doing Father said.
O Beetle how I weep to see
Thee lying on thy poor back!
It is so very sad indeed.
You were so shiny and black.
I wish you were alive again
But Eliza says wishing it is nonsense and a shame.