The Hippopotamus par 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!
A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty par Ogden Nash Unwillingly Miranda wakes, Feels the sun with terror, One unwilling step she takes, Shuddering to the mirror. Miranda in Miranda’s sight 1 1
The Canary par Ogden Nash The song of canaries Never varies, And when they’re moulting They’re pretty revolting.
Common Cold par Ogden Nash Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not sneer at me. Pick up your hat and stethoscope, Go wash your mouth with laundry so I contemplate a joy exquisite 2
Oh to Be Odd! par Ogden Nash Hypochondriacs Spend the winter at the bottom of the Adirondriacs. You go to Paris and live on champ If you’re dipsomognac.
Come on in, the Senility is Fine par 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
To a Small Boy Standing on my Shoes While I am Wearing Them par Ogden Nash Let’s straighten this out, my litt And reach an agreement if we can. I entered your door as an honored My shoes are shined and my trouser And I won’t stretch out and read
Song to Be Sung by the Father of Infant Female Children par Ogden Nash My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky; Contrariwise, my blood runs cold When little boys go by. For little boys as little boys,
