THE ELF AND THE DORMOUSE
by: Oliver Herford (1863-1935)
- NDER a toadstool
crept a wee Elf,
- Out of the rain to shelter himself.
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- Under the toadstool, sound asleep,
- Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap.
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- Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yet
- Fearing to fly away lest he get wet.
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- To the next shelter--maybe a mile!
- Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile.
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- Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two.
- Holding it over him, gaily he flew.
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- Soon he was safe home, dry as could be.
- Soon woke the Dormouse--"Good gracious me!
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- "Where is my toadstool?" loud he lamented.
- --And that's how umbrellas first were invented.
"The Elf and the Dormouse"
is reprinted from Modern American Poetry. Ed. Louis Untermeyer.
New York: Harcourt, Brace & Howe, 1919. |
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