Mr. Walter de la Mare Makes the Little Ones Dizzy
Mr. Walter de la Mare Makes the Little Ones Dizzy
Speckled WITH GLINTS of star and moonshine,
The house is dark and still as stone.
And Fido sleeps in the dogwood kennel
With forelegs over his mutton bone.
Then out of the walnut wood, the squirrels
Peep, with their bushy tails upreared,
And the oak on the wood's-edge stretches his branches,
And combs with his roots his mossy beard.
Then ninnies and oafs and hook-nosed zanies,
And rabbits bred in the realm of Wales,
Dance and scream in the frosty starlight,
Swinging the squirrels by the tails.
Till out of the wood, Grandfather Nightmare
Rides in a chariot of Stilton cheese,
And eats the ninnies, the oafs and zanies,
The rabbits, the oak and the walnut trees.
Speckled WITH GLINTS of star and moonshine,
The house is dark and still as stone.
And Fido sleeps in the dogwood kennel
With forelegs over his mutton bone.
Then out of the walnut wood, the squirrels
Peep, with their bushy tails upreared,
And the oak on the wood's-edge stretches his branches,
And combs with his roots his mossy beard.
Then ninnies and oafs and hook-nosed zanies,
And rabbits bred in the realm of Wales,
Dance and scream in the frosty starlight,
Swinging the squirrels by the tails.
Till out of the wood, Grandfather Nightmare
Rides in a chariot of Stilton cheese,
And eats the ninnies, the oafs and zanies,
The rabbits, the oak and the walnut trees.
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