The Ostrich by Ogden Nash The ostrich roams the great Sahar Its mouth is wide, its neck is nar It has such long and lofty legs, I’m glad it sits to lay its eggs.
The Centipede by Ogden Nash I objurgate the centipede, A bug we do not really need. At sleepy-time he beats a path Straight to the bedroom or the bat You always wallop where he’s not,
One From One Leaves Two by Ogden Nash Higgledy piggledy, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen. Gentlemen come every day To count what my black hen doth la If perchance she lays too many,
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
Common Cold by 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
Goody for Our Side and Your Side Too by 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.
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.
