Poem by Oliver Herford

Some Geese

EVERY child who has the use
Of his senses knows a goose.
See them underneath the tree
Gather round the goose-girl's knee,
While she reads them by the hour
From the works of Schopenhauer.

How patiently the geese attend!
But do they really comprehend
What Schopenhauer's driving at?
Oh, not at all; but what of that?
Neither do I; neither does she;
And, for that matter, nor does he.

1. A Song of a Heart
2. Why Ye Blossome Cometh before Ye Leafe
3. Facilis Ascensus
4. Foreign Kittens
5. Proem

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