Alexander sings Jingle Bells

poem by Edward Field:

in the pool
there are polliwogs
so there must be something else here.
something that eats polliwogs.
or maybe nothing bothers to eat polliwogs.
Come on, you know something is eating those polliwogs.
Nothing's too insignificant to be eaten,
like who'd think anyone would bother
to eat sunflower seeds - you crack
and there's hardly anything there
but a mouthful of shells.
Still, half the world is seed-eaters
and the other half lives off the seed-eaters,
those innocents. Really,
you have to be half-innocent at least 
to eat seeds by the hour
I sit here by the pool where the polliwogs wiggle
and tiny ants are eating me
not to speak of landlord, government, gnats, and devils:
Nobody's too insignificant to be eaten.

Courtenay Budd