Oliver Herford

Alas! my child, where is the Pen
That can do justice to the Hen?
Like Royalty, she read more

Alas! my child, where is the Pen
That can do justice to the Hen?
Like Royalty, she goes her way,
Laying foundations every day,
Though not for Public Buildings, yet
For Custard, Cake and Omelette.
Of if too old for such a use
They have their fling at some abuse,
As when to censure Plays Unfit
Upon the stage they make a Hit
Or at elections seal the Fate
Of an Obnoxious Candidate.
No wonder, Child, we prize the Hen,
Whose Egg is Mightier than the Pen.

Modesty: the gentle art of enhancing your charm by pretending not to be aware of it.

Modesty: the gentle art of enhancing your charm by pretending not to be aware of it.

There is no time like the pleasant.

There is no time like the pleasant.

A man is known by the silence he keeps.

A man is known by the silence he keeps.

Cat: A pygmy lion who loves mice, hates dogs, and patronizes human beings.

Cat: A pygmy lion who loves mice, hates dogs, and patronizes human beings.