Heza Grump

By Robert W. Cluney

Once upon a time

In the long long ago

In the land of Eglyump

Where they have blue snow

There lived a little man

Whose name was Heza Grump

He spent all the day

Sitting on a stump

First he faced the East

Then he faced the west

He just couldn't decide

Which he liked the best

Then he faced the north

And the wind blew in his mouth

It blew him off the stump

And he came up facing south

Heza Grump rolled over

And turned himself over

And turned himself around

He couldn't seem to remember

Which was up or down

If he were on the bottom

Then his head must be on the top

So he pulled himself together and he did hop

But now he could not remember

Which was east of west

So he would never know

Which He liked the best