Kipling’s Vermont by Ogden Nash The summer like a rajah dies, And every widowed tree Kindles for Congregationalist eye An alien suttee.
The Grackle by Ogden Nash The grackle’s voice is less than m His heart is black, his eye is yel He bullies more attractive birds With hoodlum deeds and vulgar word And should a human interfere,
Kipling's Vermont by Ogden Nash The summer like a rajah dies, And every widowed tree Kindles for Congregationalist eye An alien suttee.
Peekabo, I Almost See You by Ogden Nash Peekabo, I Almost See You Middle-aged life is merry, and I But there comes a day when your ey And your friends get jocular, so y And of all your friends he is the
Children's Party by 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 conscience now I’ve left behin
I’Ll Get One Tomorrow by 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;
Listen... by Ogden Nash There is a knocking in the skull, An endless silent shout Of something beating on a wall, And crying, “Let me out!” That solitary prisoner 2
The Hunter by Ogden Nash The hunter crouches in his blind ‘Neath camouflage of every kind And conjures up a quacking noise To lend allure to his decoys This grown-up man, with pluck and