Have you been catching of fish, Tom Noddy? Have you snared a weeping hare? Have you whistled, 'No Nunny,' and gunned a poor bunny, Or a blinded bird of the air? Have you trod like a murderer through the green woods, Through the dewy deep dingles and glooms, While every small creature screamed shrill to Dame Nature, 'He comes -- and he comes!'? Wonder I very much do, Tom Noddy, If ever, when off you roam, An Ogre from space will stoop a lean face And lug you home: Lug you home over his fence, Tom Noddy, Of thorn-sticks nine yards high, With your bent knees strung round his old iron gun And your head dan-dangling by: And hang you up stiff on a hook, Tom Noddy, From a stone-cold pantry shelf, Whence your eyes will glare in an empty stare, Till you are cooked yourself! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RUGBY CHAPEL by MATTHEW ARNOLD FLUSH OR FAUNUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING INDIAN NAMES by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY FAST ANCHOR'D ETERNAL O LOVE! by WALT WHITMAN THE VILLAGE MUNITIONS CO., INC.; FORMERLY THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS FROM AN EXCAVATION ON THE WARRIOR RIVER by ESTHER BARRETT ARGO |