The Hippopotamus by Ogden Nash Behold the hippopotamus! We laugh at how he looks to us, And yet in moments dank and grim, I wonder how we look to him. Peace, peace, thou hippopotamus!
The Sniffle by Ogden Nash In spite of her sniffle, Isabel’s chiffle. Some girls with a sniffle Would be weepy and tiffle; They would look awful,
The Romantic Age by Ogden Nash This one is entering her teens, Ripe for sentimental scenes, Has picked a gangling unripe male, Sees herself in a bridal veil, Presses lips and tosses head, 1
Come on in, the Senility is Fine by Ogden Nash People live forever in Jacksonvil But you don’t have to live forever The entrance requirements for gram You only have to live until your c From that point on you start looki
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.
To my Valentine by Ogden Nash More than a catbird hates a cat, Or a criminal hates a clue, Or the Axis hates the United Sta That’s how much I love you. I love you more than a duck can sw
Kind of an Ode to Duty by Ogden Nash O Duty, Why hast thou not the visage of a Why displayest thou the countenanc conscientious organizing spinster That the minute you see her you ar
The Sunset Years of Samuel Shy by Ogden Nash Master I may be, But not of my fate. Now come the kisses, too many too Tell me, O Parcae, For fain would I know,
