A Recitation for Martha Wakefield, Three Years Old

There was a little turtle.
He lived in a box.
He swam in a puddle.
He climbed on the rocks.

He snapped at a mosquito.
He snapped at a flea.
He snapped at a minnow.
And he snapped at me.

He caught the mosquito.
He caught the flea.
He caught the minnow.
But he didn’t catch me.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Vachel Lindsay's poem The Little Turtle


  1. ea says:

    ah, is this not appropriate! I searched for “mosquito” since I need some repelent and up this came – a song I remember well from my son’s kindergarten but had no earthly idea was written by Sara Teasdale’s great love, Vachel Lindsay. How fun to find out and to be reminded of it now.

  2. jhonatan AND HAROLD says:

    Me and harold think this poem is the best one we have read in are life’s and we printed.

  3. Tobi says:

    AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!My favorite. 🙂

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