Oliver Herford (Оливер Херфорд)

The Hen

ALAS, my Child, where is the Pen
That can do Justice to the Hen?
Like Royalty, She goes her way,
Laying foundations every day,
Though not for Public Buildings, yet
For Custard, Cake and Omelette.
Or if too Old for such a use
They have their Fling at some Abuse,
As when to Censure Plays Unfit
Upon the Stage they make a Hit,
Or at elections Seal the Fate
Of an Obnoxious Candidate.
No wonder, Child, we prize the Hen,
Whose Egg is mightier than the Pen.

1. The Milk Jug
2. The Puncture
3. Foreign Kittens
4. The Mon-Goos
5. Kitten’s Night Thought

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