" WHY "

                                                  

I know a curious little boy

Who is always asking, "Why?"
Why this, why that, why then, why now,
Why not, why by-and-by ?

He wants to know why wood should swim,
Why lead and marbles sink;
Why stars should shine and winds should blow,

And why we eat and drink.

He wants to know what makes the clouds,
And why they cross the sky;
Why sinks the sun behind the hills,
And why the flowers die.

He wants to know why fish have gills,
And why boys cannot fly;
Why stream comes from the kettle's spout,
And rain falls from the sky.

He wants to know why coal should burn,
And not a bit of stone;
How seeds get in the apple-core,
And marrow in the bone.

He wants to know why ice should melt;
Why spiders eat the flies;
Why bees should sting; and why the yeast
Should make the dough to rise.

Some of his Whys are not too hard
To answer, if you'll try;
But others-no one ever yet
Has found the reason why.