The woodpecker pecked out a little round hole <br />And made him a house in the telephone pole. <br /> <br /> <br />One day when I watched he poked out his head, <br />And he had on a hood and a collar of red. <br /> <br /> <br />When the streams of rain pour out of the sky, <br />And the sparkles of lightning go flashing by, <br /> <br /> <br />And the big, big wheels of thunder roll, <br />He can snuggle back in the telephone pole.<br /><br />Elizabeth Madox Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-woodpecker-9/
