Axolotl poem

[Richard Zvonar <zvonar@zvonar.com>]

There's a parody of Wordsworth's "The Daffodils" that appeared in Mad 
Magazine circa 1958. This is as much of it as I can reconstruct. Does 
anyone know the rest?


I wandered lonely as a clod
Just picking up old rags and bottles,
when on the lonely road I trod
I came upon some axolotls.
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
A sight to make a man's blood freeze.

Some had handles, some were plain-
they were orange, pink, and green, in the main.
My hair stood up, my blood ran cold.
I fled with fear upon my soul.
I find my solace now in bottles,
and I forget them axolotls.


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