UNDER a toadstool Crept a wee Elf, Out of the rain, To shelter himself. Under the toadstool, Sound asleep, Sat a big Dormouse All in a heap. Trembled the wee Elf, Frightened, and yet Fearing to fly away Lest he get wet. To the next shelter -- Maybe a mile! Sudden the wee Elf Smiled a wee smile, Tugged till the toadstool Toppled in two. Holding it over him, Gayly he flew. Soon he was safe home, Dry a could be. Soon woke the Dormouse -- "Good gracious me! "Where is my toadstool?" Loud he lamented. -- And that's how umbrellas First were invented. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOSTON COMMON: 1869 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES HIS GLORY TELL by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR LINES UNDER THE PICTURE OF MISS BURNS by ROBERT BURNS A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 26 by THOMAS CAMPION THE CHALLENGE by HENRY CHAPPELL MAJESTY IN MISERY; OR, AN IMPLORATION TO THE KING OF KINGS by CHARLES I |