Oliver Herford

Children, behold the Chimpanzee;
He sits on the ancestral tree
From which we sprang in ages gone.
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Children, behold the Chimpanzee;
He sits on the ancestral tree
From which we sprang in ages gone.
I'm glad we sprang: had we held on,
We might, for aught that I can say,
Be horrid Chimpanzees to-day.

Here's to old Adam's crystal ale,
Clear sparkling and divine,
Fair H2O, long may you flow,
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Here's to old Adam's crystal ale,
Clear sparkling and divine,
Fair H2O, long may you flow,
We think your health (in wine).

Many are called but few get up.

Many are called but few get up.

A man is known by the silence he keeps.

A man is known by the silence he keeps.

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.