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Dennis Lee was born on August 31, 1939, in Toronto, Ontario. His collection Civil Elegies and Other Poems was awarded the 1972 Governor General's Award, one of Canada's highest literary honors, but Lee continues to be best known for his collections of cleverly-rhymed children's verse. Wiggle to the Laundromat (1970) was written for his daughters, and like much of his writing, drew upon his experiences as a parent. His other books of poems for children include Alligator Pie (1974), one of the best-selling Canadian children's books of all time; Nicholas Knock and Other People (1974); Garbage Delight (1977); and Jelly Belly (1983). In much of his work, he uses Canadian place-names, local cultural idiosyncrasies, and environmental issues to try to communicate a sense of national identity, but his poems have proven popular among English-speaking audiences all over the world.

Thinking in Bed

Dennis Lee, 1939
I'm thinking in bed, 
Cause I can't get out 
Till I learn how to think 
What I'm thinking about; 
What I'm thinking about 
Is a person to be--
A sort of a person 
Who feels like me. 

I might still be Alice, 
Excepting I'm not. 
And Snoopy is super, 
But not when it's hot; 
I couldn't be Piglet, 
I don't think I'm Pooh, 
I know I'm not Daddy 
And I can't be you. 

My breakfast is waiting. 
My clothes are all out, 
But what was that thing 
I was thinking about? 
I'll never get up 
If I lie here all day; 
But I still haven't thought, 
So I'll just have to stay. 

If I was a Grinch 
I expect I would know. 
But I don't think so. 
There's so many people 
I don't seem to be-- 
I guess I'll just have to 
Get up and be me.

From Alligator Pie, published by Macmillan Canada, 1974. Used with permission.

Dennis Lee

Dennis Lee

Dennis Lee was born in 1939, in Toronto, Ontario. His collection Civil Elegies

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You say you want to fight me? 
But think I'd rather not? 
Then listen to the story 
Of another guy I fought, 

And maybe you'll appreciate--
I don't like blood and dirt 
All smudgy on my fingertips 
And dripping down my skirt. 

A famous pirate captain 
By the name of Bloody Bill 
Was marching up the sidewalk
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They never stop asking me 
"What will you be?--
A doctor, a dancer, 
A diver at sea?" 

They never stop bugging me: 
"What will you be?" 
As if they expect me to 
Stop being me. 

When I grow up I'm going to be a Sneeze, 
And sprinkle Germs on all my Enemies. 

When I grow up I'm going to be a Toad, 
And dump on