Oliver Herford Poems

The Moon is like a big round cheese
That shines above the garden trees,
And like a cheese grows less each night,
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THE Pen-guin sits up-on the shore
And loves the lit-tle fish to bore;
He has one en-er-vat-ing joke
That would a very Saint provoke:
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The Dog is black or white or brown
And sometimes spotted like a clown.
He loves to make a foolish noise
And Human Company enjoys.
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My Bed is like a little Bark,
The hatch is battened down,
And in the basket cabin dark
I sail away from Town.
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THIS, Children, is the famed Mon-goos.
He has an ap-pe-tite ab-struse:
Strange to re-late, this crea-ture takes
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THE Cow is too well known, I fear,
To need an introduction here.
If She should vanish from earth's face
It would be hard to fill her place;
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When Human Folk at Table eat,
A Kitten must not mew for meat,
Or jump to grab it from the Dish,
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Watching a ball on the end of a string,
Watching it swing back and to,
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
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E is for Edison, making believe
He's invented a clever contrivance for Eve,
Who complained that she never could laugh in her sleeve.
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When I grow up I mean to be
A Lion large and fierce to see.
I’ll mew so loud that Cook in fright
Will give me all the cream in sight.
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