Παρασκευή 20 Φεβρουαρίου 2015

.Habits of the Hippopotamus The hippopotamus is strong And huge of head and broad of bustle; The limbs on which he rolls along Are big with hippopotomuscle. He does not greatly care for sweets Like ice cream, apple pie, or custard, But takes to flavor what he eats A little hippopotomustard. The hippopotamus is true To his principles, and just; He always tries his best to do The things one hippopotomust. He never rides in trucks or trams, In taxicabs or omnibuses, And so keeps out of traffic jams And other hippopotomusses.


Kindness to Insects

I saw a Melancholy Wasp
Upon a Purple Clover Knosp,
Who wept, "The Poets do me Wrong,
Excluding me from Noble Song—
Though Pure am I and Wholly Crimeless—
Because, they say, my Name is Rhymeless!
Oh, had I but been born a Bee,
With Heaps of Words to Rhyme with me,
I should not want for Panegyrics
In Sonnets, Epics, Odes and Lyrics!
Will no one free me from the Curse
That bars my Race from Lofty Verse?"
"My Friend, that Little Thing I'll care for
At once," said I— and that is wherefore
So tenderly I set that Wasp
Upon a Purple Clover Knosp.

Habits of the Hippopotamus

The hippopotamus is strong
And huge of head and broad of bustle;
The limbs on which he rolls along
Are big with hippopotomuscle.

He does not greatly care for sweets
Like ice cream, apple pie, or custard,
But takes to flavor what he eats
A little hippopotomustard.

The hippopotamus is true
To his principles, and just;
He always tries his best to do
The things one hippopotomust.

He never rides in trucks or trams,
In taxicabs or omnibuses,
And so keeps out of traffic jams
And other hippopotomusses.
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Τετάρτη 18 Φεβρουαρίου 2015

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