I Happen To Know

Hark to the locusts in their shrill armadas.
Locusts aren’t locusts. Locusts are cicadas.
To seals in circuses I travel on bee lines.
Seals aren’t seals. Seals are sea lions.
I’m a buffalo hunter. Want to see my license?
Buffaloes aren’t buffaloes. Buffaloes are bisons.
I’m too old to be pedantically hocus-pocused.
I’ll stand on the buffalo, the seal and the locust.

By Ogden Nash

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