I Wandered Lonely as a Clod
I wandered lonely as a clod,
Just picking up old rags and bottles,
When onward on my way I plod,
I saw a host of axolotls;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
A sight to make a man’s blood freeze.

Some had handles, some were plain;
They came in blue, red pink, and green.
A few were orange in the main;
The damnedest sight I’ve ever seen.
The females gave a sprightly glance;
The male ones all wore knee-length pants.

Now oft, when on the couch I lie,
The doctor asks me what I see.
They flash upon my inward eye
And make me laugh in fiendish glee.
I find my solace then in bottles,
And I forget them axolotls.

“I Wandered Lonely as a Clod”. (c) 1958 E.C. Publications, Inc.

I was about 12 year s old when I read the poem, and naturally I had to look up axolotls!

Although, to be honest, my first thoughts went to the weapon (which I think is spelled and pronounced similarly). These little critters DO look like a disney creation! (LOL)

My first thought was, no one's going to believe this is what they actually look like. But do a search on Google.Images and see for yourself!