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...SONG FOR THE LUDDITES by GEORGE GORDON BYRON PRAISE FOR AN URN; IN MEMORIAM: ERNEST NELSON by HAROLD HART CRANE THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND by THOMAS MOORE STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE by BERNARD BARTON |