The People Upstairs por Ogden Nash The people upstairs all practise b Their living room is a bowling all Their bedroom is full of conducted Their radio is louder than yours, They celebrate week-ends all the w
Goody for Our Side and Your Side Too por Ogden Nash Foreigners are people somewhere el Natives are people at home; If the place you’re at Is your habitat, You’re a foreigner, say in Rome.
I’Ll Get One Tomorrow por Ogden Nash Barber, barber, come and get me; Hairy torrents irk and fret me. Hair and hair again appears; And climbs like ivy round my ears. Hair across my collar gambols;
Children’s Party por Ogden Nash May I join you in the doghouse, R I wish to retire till the party’s Since three o’clock I’ve done my To entertain each tiny guest. My And if they want me, let them find
Bankers Are Just Like Anybody Else, Except Richer por Ogden Nash This is a song to celebrate banks, Because they are full of money and you hear is clinks and clanks, Or maybe a sound like the wind in Which is the rustling of the thous
First Child ... Second Child por Ogden Nash Be it a girl, or one of the boys, It is scarlet all over its avoirdu It is red, it is boiled; could the Have possibly been a lobstertricia His degrees and credentials were h
Look What You Did, Cristopher! por Ogden Nash In fourteen hundred and ninety-two Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spa For a business trip on the boundin And to prove to the people, by act 1