A Robin Redbreast in a cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage. William Blake Auguries of Innocence.
The Trouble with a kitten is that
Eventually it becomes a Cat Ogden Nash
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? William Blake
No heaven will not ever Heaven be;
Unless my cats are there to welcome me. Author Unknown
In the old ten-acre pasture,
Lookin' eastward toward a tree,
There's a Purple Cow a-settin'
And I know she thinks of me.
For the wind is in the gum-tree,
And the hay is in the mow,
And the cow-bells are a-callin'
"Come and see a Purple Cow!"
But I am not going now,
Not at present, anyhow,
For I am not fond of purple,
and I can't abide a cow;
No, I shall not go to-day,
Where the Purple Cattle play.
But I think I'd rather see one
Than to be one, anyhow. Carolyn Wells
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania
of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands
of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth. Walt Whitman Song of Myself.
I love little Pussy,
Her coat is so warm;
And if I don't hurt her,
she'll do me no harm.
So I'll not pull her tail,
Nor drive her away,
But pussy and I,
Very gently will play. Jane Taylor
They fought the dogs and killed the cats,
And bit the babies in the cradles,
And ate the cheeses out of the vats,
And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles,
Split open the kegs of salted sprats,
Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,
And even spoiled the women's chats
By drowning their speaking
With shrieking and squeaking
In fifty different sharps and flats. Robert Browning The Pied Piper of Hamelin.
The woods were made for the hunters of dreams,
The brooks for the fishers of song;
To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game
The streams and the woods belong. Sam Walter Foss
I never saw a purple cow;
I never hope to see one;
but I can tell you anyhow;
I'd rather see than be one! Gelett Burgess
Ah yes, I wrote "The Purple Cow"
I'm Sorry now I wrote it
But I can tell you Anyhow I'll Kill you if you Quote it! Gelett Burgess
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O what a panic's in thy breastie! Robert Burns To a Mouse, on turning her up in her nest
with the plough.
When fishes flew and forests walked,
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood,
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will,
Starve, scourge, deride me I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools, for I also had my hour,
One far fierce hour and sweet,
There was a shout about my ears
And palms before my feet. Gilbert Keith Chesterton Palm Sunday - The Donkey.
We're poor little lambs who've lost our way,
Baa! Baa! Baa!
We're little black sheep who have gone astray,
Baa - aa - aa!
Gentlemen rankers out on the spree, Damned from here to Eternity,
God ha' mercy on such as we,
Baa! Yah! Baa! Rudyard Kipling Gentlemen-Rankers.
If I were a bear
And a big bear too,
I shouldn't much care
If it froze or snew;
I wouldn't much mind
If it snowed or friz-
I'd be all fur-lined
With a coat like his! A. A. Milne Furry Bear.
A jolly old sow once lived in a sty.
And three little piggies had she,
And she waddled about, saying, "Umph! Umph! Umph!"
While the little ones said, "Wee Wee!" "My dear
little brothers," said one of the brats,
"My dear little piggies," said he,
"Let us all for the future say Umph! Umph! Umph!
"Tis so childish to say Wee! Wee!"
So after a time these little pigs died,
They all died of felo de se;From trying too hard to say, "Umph!
When they could only say, "Wee! Wee!" Alfred Scott-Gatty The Three Little Pigs.