Classic Poem

Let us get on the back of this green beetle
And see the world
On our way to the office.
The beetle sways
As if it were trying to brush us off.
It blunders along the streets
Like a blind thing
Finding its way
By some miracle.
It stops
And starts again.
It creeps on down the street
Thinking its own thought
While we sit on its back
And see the world.
We can look down at the faces on the sidewalks
And at the black shiny tops of hansoms:
We can see into second stories
Of all the buildings.
We know their secrets.
White faces turn unseeingly up to us;
The roofs look indifferently down;
And the green beetle
Like a beast in a fairy tale,
Bears us on its back
That we may see the world.