Boy With His Head Down
Miles had his head down.
He was the meanest brute.
His head was down on his desk so much,
It began taking root.
Slender shoots grew down from his ear,
Sank into the desk top.
Tiny buds sprouted from his hair,
To form a flower crop.
We all like Miles a lot better now,
But he can’t come to play.
His head was down on his desk so much,
We must water him each day.