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    Crocodile Tears – A Poem

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    Crocodile Tears – A Poem

    Saturday, June 13th, 2009

    "Crocodile Tears" is a poem that could be sung as a song.  The expression "Crocodile Tears" means an insincere show of emotions.  According to Wikipedia, "The expression comes from an ancient anecdote that crocodiles weep in order to lure their prey, or that they cry for the victims they are eating. They are fake tears."

    Illustration of a Crocodile

    Here’s the poem called "Crocodile Tears"…

    Crocodile Tears

    On the banks of the Nile an old crocodile
    Lay sunning himself one day,
    And he gently did croon an attempt at a tune,
    As he watched some small children at play-
    At play-
    As he watched some small children at play.

    He pondered awhile, and a hungering smile
    Revealed the extent of his jaw;
    He was twenty feet long, was uncommonly strong,
    And his teeth were arranged like a saw-
    Like a saw-
    And his teeth were arranged like a saw.

    He used every wile their hearts to beguile,
    As toward them he stealthily stole;
    He balanced each scale, and waggled his tail,
    Then gobbled those children up whole-
    Up whole-
    Then gobbled those children up whole.

    And such is the style of this old crocodile,
    He sheds bitter tears o’er his prey;
    He was filled with deep gloom when he thought of their doom,
    And he wept all the rest of the day-
    The day-
    And he wept all the rest of the day.

    Beware of a crocodile’s tears, better yet, beware of the crocodile itself!

    Mama Lisa

    PS The image is from "Grosses bêtes & petites bêtes", images and text by André-Hellé (Paris, 1912), with a little graphical editing by Mama Lisa.

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