THERE was a small boy of Quebec,
Who was buried in snow to his neck;
When they said. "Are you friz?"
He replied, "Yes, I is-
But we don't call this cold in Quebec."

(C) Rudyard Kipling
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Rudyard Kipling

• The Friends
• A Smugglers Song
• If
• The Quest
• A Dedication
• Tiger--tiger!
• A Song In The Desert
• We And They
• Anchor Song
• The Scholars
• The Prodigal Son
• L Envoi
• Mowglis Song
• The Sack Of The Gods
• Kim
• The Female Of The Species
• Christmas In India
• A School Song