Quarter 4 Poem

The Yak by Hilaire Belloc

As a friend to the children, commend me the Yak

You will find it exactly the thing

It will carry and fetch, you can ride on its back

Or lead it about with a string

The Tartar who dwells on the plains of Tibet

(A desolate region of snow)

Has for centuries made it a nursery pet

And surely the Tartar should know

Then tell your papa where the Yak can be got

And if he is awfully rich

He will buy you the creature – or else he will not

(I cannot be positive which)