Tuesday, March 18, 2008


By Oliver Herford
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, gayly 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.
-And that's how umbrellas first were invented.

1 comment:

Pink! said...

mmmm bex these r very wierd. ha ha ha ***** five stas