(A poem by Diya Kiran, VI Grade)
I get stomped every now and then
I lead a terrifying life till I reach my den
I’d like something sweet to eat
No insects, “I hate meat”
We are disciplined, so we walk in a line
Whether it is many or just nine
No detective can find out footprint
Even if you get a hint
Elephants I am good in scaring
This is what makes me daring
My bite is powerful as a needle
But the thing that scares me is the poodle
