Oliver Herford Poems
- The Elf And The Dormouse Under a toadstool crept a wee Elf, ...
- The Puppy The Puppy cannot mew or talk, He has a funny kind ...
- The Platypus MY child, the Duck-billed Platypus A sad ...
- The Chimpanzee CHILDREN, behold the Chimpanzee: He sits on ...
- Proem IF this little world to-night Suddenly should fall ...
- The Milk Jug The Gentle Milk Jug blue and white I love with ...
- The Hen ALAS, my Child, where is the Pen That can do ...
Oliver Herford (1863–1935) was a British born American writer, artist and illustrator who has been called "The American Oscar Wilde".As a frequent contributor to The Mentor, Life, and Ladies' Home Journal, he sometimes signed his artwork as "O Herford". In 1906 he wrote and illustrated the "Little Book of Bores". He also wrote short poems like "The ... more »
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''She has a whim of iron.''Oliver Herford (1863-1935), U.S. poet, illustrator. Remark, attributed to Herford, referring to his wife. It reappeared in Excuse It Please, "Impo...
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The Elf And The Dormouse
Under a toadstool crept a wee Elf,
Out of the rain to shelter himself.
Under the toadstool, sound asleep,
Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap.
Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yet
Fearing to fly away lest he get wet.
To the next shelter—maybe a mile!
Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile.
Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two.
Holding it over him, gaily he flew.
Soon he was safe home, dry as could be.
Soon woke the Dormouse—'Good gracious me!
'Where is my toadstool?' loud he lamented.
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