A WATCHED EXAMPLE NEVER BOILS The weather is so very mild That some would call it warm. Good gracious. arent we lucky, child? Here comes a thunderstorm. The sky is now indelible ink, The branches reft asunder; But you and I we do not shrink; We love the lovely thunder. The garden is a raging sea, The hurricane is snarling; Oh, happy you and happy me! Isnt the lightning darling? Fear not the thunder, little one. Its weather, simply weather; Its friendly giants full of fun Clapping their hands together. I hope of lightning our supply Will never be exhausted; You know its lanterns in the sky For angels who are losted. We love the kindly wind and hail, The jolly thunderbolt, We watch in glee the fairy trail Of ampere, watt, and volt. Oh, than to enjoy a storm like this Theres nothing I would rather, Dont dive between the blankets, Miss! Or else leave room for Father. --Ogden Nash
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 09:26:54 +0000
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