Poem by Oliver Herford

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. The Hen
2. Proem
3. Why Ye Blossome Cometh before Ye Leafe
4. A Thought
5. Kitten’s Night Thought

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