Noisy Noisy

By Jack Prelutsky b. 1940 Jack Prelutsky
It's noisy, noisy overhead,
the birds are winging south,
and every bird is opening
a noisy, noisy mouth.

They fill the air with loud complaint,
they honk and quack and squawk—
they do not feel like flying,
but it's much too far to walk.

Text © 2000 Jack Prelutsky. Used by Permission of HarperCollins Publishers.

Source: It's Raining Pigs and Noodles (HarperCollins Publishers Inc, 1993)

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Poet Jack Prelutsky b. 1940

POET’S REGION U.S., Northwestern

Subjects Nature, Animals

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Jack Prelutsky is a creator of inventive poems for children and adults alike. He served as the Poetry Foundation’s Children’s Poet Laureate from 2006 to 2008. Prelutsky grew up in the Bronx, and when he was young he studied classical music; though he gave up pursuing a career as an opera singer to concentrate on writing, he continues to sing.

In a Scholastic.com interview, when asked where his ideas come from, Prelutsky said, . . .

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SUBJECT Nature, Animals

POET’S REGION U.S., Northwestern

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