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Poetry Friday: The Elf and the Dormouse by Oliver Herford

November 23rd, 2007 (10:58 pm)
awake

Current Mood: awake
Current Song: Teardrop by Massive Attack

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.
- And that's how umbrellas first were invented.

- The Elf and the Dormouse by Oliver Herford

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Comments

Posted by: imcoolerthanu2 (imcoolerthanu2)
Posted at: November 24th, 2007 05:32 pm (UTC)

Good one, and one I've never seen--thanks! :)

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: November 25th, 2007 06:36 am (UTC)

I discovered it when I searched for "elf" in the verse archive at the Bartleby site.

Posted by: mimagirl (mimagirl)
Posted at: November 24th, 2007 05:40 pm (UTC)
glasses

Aw, this is sweet. I love it!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: November 25th, 2007 06:35 am (UTC)

Isn't it sweet?

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