Maxioms by 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.
Age, like distance lends a double charm.
Age, like distance lends a double charm.
There is no time like the pleasant.
There is no time like the pleasant.
Many are called but few get up.
Many are called but few get up.
