Oliver Herford (Оливер Херфорд)

The Puncture

When I was just a Kitten small,
They gave to me a Rubber Ball
To roll upon the floor.
One day I tapped it with my paw
And pierced the rubber with my claw;
Now it will roll no more.

1. Proem
2. The Hen
3. Why Ye Blossome Cometh before Ye Leafe
4. The Milk Jug
5. A Thought

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