Oliver Herford Poems

Ev-er-y child who has the use
Of his sen-ses knows a goose.
Sees them un-der-neath the tree
Gath-er round the goose-girl's knee,
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When People think that Kittens play,
It’s really quite the other way.
For when they chase the Ball or Bobbin
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Up into the Cherry Tree,
Who should climb but little me,
With both my Paws I hold on tight,
And look upon a pleasant sight.
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Kittens large and Kittens small,
Prowling on the Back Yard Wall,
Though your fur be rough and few,
I should like to play with you.
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Kittens, you are very little,
And your kitten bones are brittle,
If you’d grow to Cats respected,
See your play be not neglected.
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The world is so full of a number of Mice
I’m sure that we all should be happy and nice.
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At evening when the lamp is lit,
The tired Human People sit
And doze, or turn with solemn looks
The speckled pages of their books.
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Oh, where the white quince blossom swings
I love to take my Japan ease!
I love the maid Anise who clings
So lightly on my Japan knees;
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WHY and Wherefore set out one day
To hunt for a wild Negation.
They agreed to meet at a cool retreat
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Upon a time I had a Heart,
And it was bright and gay;
And I gave it to a Lady fair
To have and keep alway.
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