The Canary by Ogden Nash The song of canaries Never varies, And when they’re moulting They’re pretty revolting.
The Firefly by Ogden Nash The firefly’s flame Is something for which science has I can think of nothing eerier Than flying around with an unident person’s posteerier.
A Drink With Something in It by Ogden Nash There is something about a Martin A tingle remarkably pleasant; A yellow, a mellow Martini; I wish I had one at present. There is something about a Martin
The Bargain by Ogden Nash As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven lives; Seven lives, In seven sacks, Like seven beeves
A Caution to Everybody by Ogden Nash Consider the auk; Becoming extinct because he forgot Consider man, who may well become Because he forgot how to walk and
The Dog by Ogden Nash The truth I do not stretch or sho When I state that the dog is full I’ve also found, by actual test, A wet dog is the lovingest.
The Pig by Ogden Nash The pig, if I am not mistaken; Supplies us sausage, ham, and baco Let others say his heart is big— I call it stupid of the pig.
The Termite by Ogden Nash Some primal termite knocked on woo And tasted it, and found it good! And that is why your Cousin May Fell through the parlor floor toda
Untitled by Ogden Nash Enter, breath; Breath, slip out; Blood, be channeled, And wind about. O, blessed breath and blood which
