Vachel Lindsay

(November 10, 1879 – December 5, 1931 / Springfield, Illinois)

What Grandpa Mouse Said - Poem by Vachel Lindsay

The moon’s a holy owl-queen.
She keeps them in a jar
Under her arm till evening,
Then sallies forth to war.

She pours the owls upon us.
They hoot with horrid noise
And eat the naughty mousie-girls
And wicked mousie-boys.

So climb the moonvine every night
And to the owl-queen pray:
Leave good green cheese by moonlit trees
For her to take away.

And never squeak, my children,
Nor gnaw the smoke-house door:
The owl-queen then will love us
And send her birds no more.

Comments about What Grandpa Mouse Said by Vachel Lindsay

  • Edward Kofi Louis (11/11/2016 1:31:00 AM)

    What Grandpa Mouse Said. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

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  • Bernard F. Asuncion (11/11/2016 1:22:00 AM)

    Good job........................................................ Thanks for sharing.... (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (11/11/2016 12:19:00 AM)

    What Grandpa Mouse Said
    A wonderful MODERN poem from the nineteenth century. You can't get more modern than that. I am lokking for a more moderm poem say from the twelfth century.

    Nevertheless a good poem.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010

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