OLD Mr. Philosopher Comes for Ben and Claire, An ugly man, a tall man, With bright-red hair. The books that he's written No one can read. "In fifty years they'll understand: Now there's no need. "All that matters now Is getting the fun. Come along, Ben and Claire; Plenty to be done." Then old Philosopher, Wisest man alive, Plays at Lions and Tigers Down along the drive -- Gambolling fiercely Through bushes and grass, Making monstrous mouths, Braying like an ass, Twisting buttercups In his orange hair, Hopping like a kangaroo, Growling like a bear. Right up to tea-time They frolic there. "My legs are wingle," Says Ben to Claire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SWITZERLAND by JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES THE GODODDIN: CARADOC by ANEIRIN A LEAVE-TAKING: 2 by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE SIC VITA by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) WANT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON TWO MOTHERS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |