A Valuable Gift
Old Father Time, one day
In his study, so they say,
Was indulging in a surreptitious nap,
When from his drowsy dreams
He was wakened, as it seems,
By a timid but persistent little rap.
He yawned and rubbed his eyes
In indolent surprise,
Then slowly he arose from where he sat;
He opened wide his door,
And nearly tumbled oer
The figure that stood waiting on the mat.
A tiny little dog,
With excitement all agog,
And angry eyes that seemed to flash and glower.
His manner was polite,
But he said, I claim my right!
And Ive called, sir, to demand of you my hour.
Your what? the old man said,
As he shook his puzzled head;
And the pertinacious puppy spoke with force:
Well, sir, they often say,
Every dog must have his day,
So a puppy ought to have an hour, of course!
The old man shook with glee,
But he said obligingly,
The dog days are all gone, I grieve to say;
But since youve come so far,
And so mannerly you are,
Ill give you just an hourto get away.
The Grandiloquent Goat
A very grandiloquent Goat
Sat down to a gay table dhôte;
He ate all the corks,
The knives and the forks,
Remarking: On these things I dote.
Then, before his repast he began,
While pausing the menu to scan,
He said: Corn, if you please,
And tomatoes and pease,
Id like to have served in the can.
How the Cat was Belled
A fable told by La Fontaine,
Two centuries or more ago,
Describes some rats who would arraign
A cat, their direst foe,
Who killed so many rats
And caused the deepest woe,
This Catiline of cats.
The poor rats were at their wits end
Their homes and families to defend;
And as a last resort
They took the case to court.
It seems they called a caucus wise
Of rats of every age and size,
And then their dean,
With sapient mien,
A very Solon of a rat,
Said it was best to bell the cat.
The quaint old tale goes on to tell
How this plan would have worked quite well,
But, somehow, flaws
Appeared, because
No one would hang the bell.
Though there the ancient fable ends,
Later report the tale extends,
No longer is the truth withheld;
Developments appear,
And so you have it here.
For the first time
Set down in rhyme
Just how that cat was belled.
The council, as twas getting late,
Was just about to separate,
When suddenly a rat arose
Who said he could a plan propose
Which would, he thought, succeed
And meet their urgent need.
Now as this rat was very small,
And had no dignity at all,
Although his plan was well advised,
We really need not be surprised
That all the rats of riper years
Expressed the gravest doubts and fears;
Till suddenly
He said, said he,
If you will leave it all to me,
I will avow
Three days from now
That you shall all be free.
The solemn council then adjourned.
Each rat to home and fireside turned;
But each shook his wise head
And to his neighbor said:
It is a dangerous job, in truth,
Though it seems naught to headstrong youth.
Now young Sir Rat we next behold,
With manner brave and visage bold,
Go marching down
To London town,
Where wondrous things are sold.
We see him stop
At a large shop,
And with the bland clerks courteous aid
This was the purchase that he made:
A bicycle of finest make,
With modern gear and patent brake,
Pedometer, pneumatic tire,
And spokes that looked like silver wire,
A lantern bright
To shine at night,
Enamel finish, nickel plate,
And all improvements up to date.
Said sly Sir Rat: It suits me well,
Especially that sweet-toned bell.
The shades of night were falling fast
When Sir Rat turned toward home at last.
The neighbors watched him as he passed
And said: What is that queer-shaped thing?
Surely that cant be made to ring.
Sir Rat went on, nor stayed
To hear the jests they made;
And just outside the old cats gate
He stopped and boldly braved his fate,
For if that cat
Should smell a rat
How quickly hed come out and catch him,
And with what gusto hed despatch him!
Sir Rat, against the picket-fence
Leaned the machine, then hurried hence,
And hid himself with glee,
And waited breathlessly
To see what that
Cantankerous cat
Would say, when in the twilight dim
He saw that brightly shining rim.
Sir Rat, though hidden quite,
And safely out of sight,
Had scarcely time to wink his eye,
When Mr. Cat came sauntering by.
Ha! Ha! said he,
Whats this I see,
A bicycle! and just my size!
Well, this, indeed, is a surprise!
Ill confiscate
This treasure great;
How quickly Ill fly oer the ground
When I pursue my hunting round!
He mounted it with eager haste,
It suited well his sporting taste;
He guided it at will,
And used the brake with skill,
He grasped the handle-bars, and then