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Title: The Kitten's Garden of Verses

Author: Oliver Herford

Release date: November 10, 2007 [eBook #23433]

Language: English

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The Kitten’s Garden
of Verses

By

Oliver Herford

Decorative device

New York · Charles Scribner’s Sons
1911

Copyright, 1911, by Oliver Herford

BOOKS BY OLIVER HERFORD

WITH PICTURES BY THE AUTHOR

PUBLISHED BY CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS

THE BASHFUL EARTHQUAKE $1.25
A CHILD’S PRIMER OF NATURAL HISTORY $1.25
OVERHEARD IN A GARDEN $1.25
MORE ANIMALS net, $1.00
THE RUBAIYAT OF A PERSIAN KITTEN net, $1.00
THE FAIRY GODMOTHER-IN-LAW net, $1.00
A LITTLE BOOK OF BORES net, $1.00
THE PETER PAN ALPHABET net, $1.00
THE ASTONISHING TALE OF A PEN-AND-INK PUPPET net, $1.00
A KITTEN’S GARDEN OF VERSES (postage extra) net, $1.00

WITH JOHN CECIL CLAY

CUPID’S CYCLOPEDIA net, $1.00
CUPID’S FAIR-WEATHER BOOKE (postage extra) net, $1.00

Portrait of a cat

To HAFIZ


[Pg vii]

Contents

  Page
Winter and Summer 3
Rain 5
The Shadow Kitten 7
Education 9
A Thought 11
The Lion 13
The Milk Jug 15
Happy Thought 17
Kitten’s Night Thought 19
The Puncture 21
Good and Bad Kittens 23
Anticipation 27
Foreign Kittens 29
The Joy Ride 31
Facilis Ascensus 33
[Pg viii]The Whole Duty of Kittens 35
The Outing 37
The Puppy 39
The Moon 43
The Golden Cat 45
An Inquiry 47
The Kitten’s Fancy 49
In Darkest Africa 51
The Dog 55
The Game 59

The Kitten’s Garden
of Verses

A kitten sits and stares at a doll

[Pg 3]

Winter and Summer

In Winter when the air is chill,
And winds are blowing loud and shrill,
All snug and warm I sit and purr,
Wrapped in my overcoat of fur.
In Summer quite the other way,
I find it very hot all day,
But Human People do not care,
For they have nice thin clothes to wear.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the world is like a stew,
And I am much too warm to purr,
I have to wear my Winter Fur?

Two kittens run to get out of the rain

[Pg 5]

Rain

The rain is raining everywhere,
Kittens to shelter fly—
But Human Folk wear overshoes,
To keep their hind paws dry.

A kitten tries to play with its shadow

[Pg 7]

The Shadow Kitten

There’s a funny little kitten that tries to look like me,
But though I’m round and fluffy, he’s as flat as flat can be;
And when I try to mew to him he never makes a sound,
And when I jump into the air he never leaves the ground.
He has a way of growing, I don’t understand at all.
Sometimes he’s very little and sometimes he’s very tall.
And once when in the garden when the sun came up at dawn
He grew so big I think he stretched half-way across the lawn.

A kitten with its eyes closed, ignoring the two mice laughing behind it

[Pg 9]

Education

When People think that Kittens play,
It’s really quite the other way.
For when they chase the Ball or Bobbin
They learn to catch a Mouse or Robin.
The Kitten, deaf to Duty’s call,
Who will not chase the bounding ball,
A hungry Cathood will enjoy,
The scorn of Mouse and Bird and Boy.

A scotsman points the way to the cow for the kitten sitting in front of him

[Pg 11]

A Thought

It’s very nice to think of how
In every country lives a Cow
To furnish milk with all her might
For Kittens’ comfort and delight.

A kitten touches its front paws to the paws of a stone lion

[Pg 13]

The Lion

The Lion does not move at all,
Winter or Summer, Spring or Fall,
He does not even stretch or yawn,
But lies in silence on the lawn.
He must be lazy it is plain,
For there is moss upon his mane,
And what is more, a pair of Daws
Have built a nest between his paws.
Oh, Lazy Lion, big and brown,
This is no time for lying down!
The Sun is shining, can’t you see?
Oh, please wake up and play with me.

A kitten watches as milk is poured from a jug into a bowl

[Pg 15]

The Milk Jug

The Gentle Milk Jug blue and white
I love with all my soul,
She pours herself with all her might
To fill my breakfast bowl.
All day she sits upon the shelf,
She does not jump or climb—
She only waits to pour herself
When ’tis my supper-time.
And when the Jug is empty quite,
I shall not mew in vain,
The Friendly Cow, all red and white,
Will fill her up again.

A happy-looking kitten sitting upright

[Pg 17]

Happy Thought

The world is so full of a number of Mice
I’m sure that we all should be happy and nice.

A kitten curled on its side asleep, front paws tucked up under its chin

[Pg 19]

Kitten’s Night Thought

When Human Folk put out the light,
And think they’ve made it dark as night,
A Pussy Cat sees every bit
As well as when the lights are lit.
When Human Folk have gone upstairs,
And shed their skins and said their prayers,
And there is no one to annoy,
Then Pussy may her life enjoy.
No Human hands to pinch or slap,
Or rub her fur against the nap,
Or throw cold water from a pail,
Or make a handle of her tail.
And so you will not think it wrong
When she can play the whole night long,
With no one to disturb her play,
That Pussy goes to bed by day.

A kitten sitting next to a deflated ball

[Pg 21]

The Puncture

When I was just a Kitten small,
They gave to me a Rubber Ball
To roll upon the floor.
One day I tapped it with my paw
And pierced the rubber with my claw;
Now it will roll no more.

A kitten plays with a reel of thread

[Pg 23]

Good and Bad Kittens

Kittens, you are very little,
And your kitten bones are brittle,
If you’d grow to Cats respected,
See your play be not neglected.
Smite the Sudden Spool, and spring
Upon the Swift Elusive String,
Thus you learn to catch the wary
Mister Mouse or Miss Canary.
That is how in Foreign Places
Fluffy Cubs with Kitten faces,
Where the mango waves sedately,
Grow to Lions large and stately.
[Pg 24] But the Kittencats who snatch
Rudely for their food, or scratch,
Grow to Tomcats gaunt and gory,—
Theirs is quite another story.
Cats like these are put away
By the dread S. P. C. A.,
Or to trusting Aunts and Sisters
Sold as Sable Muffs and Wristers.

Two lion cubs looking playful, in front of a tree

A lion snuggled up asleep in bed, under a polkadot patterned comforter

[Pg 27]

Anticipation

When I grow up I mean to be
A Lion large and fierce to see.
I’ll mew so loud that Cook in fright
Will give me all the cream in sight.
And anyone who dares to say
“Poor Puss” to me will rue the day.
Then having swallowed him I’ll creep
Into the Guest Room Bed to sleep.

A kitten sits on a window ledge in the house, watching lots of other kittens outside

[Pg 29]

Foreign Kittens

Kittens large and Kittens small,
Prowling on the Back Yard Wall,
Though your fur be rough and few,
I should like to play with you.
Though you roam the dangerous street,
And have curious things to eat,
Though you sleep in barn or loft,
With no cushions warm and soft,
Though you have to stay out-doors
When it’s cold or when it pours,
Though your fur is all askew—
How I’d like to play with you!

A kitten hitches a ride on the back of a lady's long dress

[Pg 31]

The Joy Ride

When Mistress Peggy moves around,
Her dresses make a mocking sound.
“You can’t catch me!” they seem to say—
I often steal a ride that way.

A kitten stuck in a tree looks down at the gardener below

[Pg 33]

Facilis Ascensus

Up into the Cherry Tree,
Who should climb but little me,
With both my Paws I hold on tight,
And look upon a pleasant sight.
There are the Gardens far away,
Where little Foreign Kittens play,
And those queer specks of black and brown
Are naughty cats that live in Town.
And there among the tulips red,
Where I may never lay my head,
I see the Cruel Gardener hoe
The baby weeds that may not grow.
Now I climb down—“Oh dear,”—I mew,
“Which end goes first—what shall I do?
Oh, good Kind Gardener, big and brown,
Please come and help this Kitten down.”

A kitten stands on a chair to reach a fish and pull it from the table

[Pg 35]

The Whole Duty of Kittens

When Human Folk at Table eat,
A Kitten must not mew for meat,
Or jump to grab it from the Dish,
(Unless it happens to be fish).

A kitten sits in a clump of daisies watching a cow eating grass

[Pg 37]

The Outing

My Bed is like a little Bark,
The hatch is battened down,
And in the basket cabin dark
I sail away from Town.
Now, when they lift the lid, a scene
Of wonder meets my eyes,
Tall waving Feather-Dusters green,
That seem to touch the skies.
And over all the Ground is spread
A Rug of Emerald sweet,
Most deep enough to hide my head
And tickly to my feet.
And here’s the Cow, calm-eyed stands she,
The Genie of the Jug,
Beneath the Feather-Duster Tree,
And eats the Emerald Rug.

A kitten looks worried, as a puppy destroys a flower bed while it's trying to catch its own tail

[Pg 39]

The Puppy

The Puppy cannot mew or talk,
He has a funny kind of walk,
His tail is difficult to wag
And that’s what makes him walk zigzag.
He is the Kitten of a Dog,
From morn till night he’s all agog—
Forever seeking something new
That’s good but isn’t meant to chew.
He romps about the Tulip bed,
And chews the Flowers white and red,
And when the Gardener comes to see
He’s sure to blame mamma or me.
[Pg 40] One game that cannot ever fail
To please him is to chase his tail—
(To catch one’s tail, ’twixt me and you,
Is not an easy thing to do.)
If he has not a pretty face
The Puppy’s heart is in its place.
I’m sorry he must grow into
A Horrid, Noisy Dog, aren’t you?

A black and white puppy

A kitten looks round from a window, while the moon shines outside

[Pg 43]

The Moon

The Moon is like a big round cheese
That shines above the garden trees,
And like a cheese grows less each night,
As though some one had had a bite.
The Mouse delights to nibble cheese,
The Dog bites anything he sees—
But how could they bite off the Moon
Unless they went in a balloon?
And Human People, when they eat
They think it rude to bite their meat,
They use a Knife or Fork or Spoon;
Who is it then that bites the moon?

A kitten stretches and yawns in its basket while the sun shines outside

[Pg 45]

The Golden Cat

Great is the Golden Cat who treads
The Blue Roof Garden o’er our heads,
The never tired smiling One
That Human People call the Sun.
He stretches forth his paw at dawn
And though the blinds are closely drawn
His claws peep through like Rays of Light,
To catch the fluttering Bird of Night.
He smiles into the Hayloft dim
And the brown Hay smiles back at him,
And when he strokes the Earth’s green fur
He makes the Fields and Meadows purr.
His face is one big Golden smile,
It measures round, at least a mile—
How dull our World would be, and flat,
Without the Golden Pussy Cat.

A kitten sits and looks up at a bird on a branch

[Pg 47]

An Inquiry

A Birdie cocked his little head,
Winked his eye at me and said,
“Say, are you a Pussy Willer,
Or just a Kitty-Catty pillar?”

A kitten sits up on its haunches, looking up at a branch of pussy willow

[Pg 49]

A Kitten’s Fancy

The Kitten mews outside the Door,
The Cat-bird in the Tree,
The Sea-mew mews upon the Shore,
The Catfish in the Sea.
The Emu with his feathers queer
Is mewing in the Zoo.
Why is it that I never hear
A Pussy-willow mew?

A kitten creeps along underneath a table

[Pg 51]

In Darkest Africa

At evening when the lamp is lit,
The tired Human People sit
And doze, or turn with solemn looks
The speckled pages of their books.
Then I, the Dangerous Kitten, prowl
And in the Shadows softly growl,
And roam about the farthest floor
Where Kitten never trod before.
And, crouching in the jungle damp,
I watch the Human Hunter’s camp,
Ready to spring with fearful roar
As soon as I shall hear them snore.
[Pg 52] And then with stealthy tread I crawl
Into the dark and trackless hall,
Where ’neath the Hat-tree’s shadows deep
Umbrellas fold their wings and sleep.
A cuckoo calls—and to their dens
The People climb like frightened hens,
And I’m alone—and no one cares
In Darkest Africa—down stairs.

A small black fuzzy kitten

A kitten sits aloof, while a woman sits with a puppy on her lap watching a dog playing

[Pg 55]

The Dog

The Dog is black or white or brown
And sometimes spotted like a clown.
He loves to make a foolish noise
And Human Company enjoys.
The Human People pat his head
And teach him to pretend he’s dead,
And beg, and fetch and carry too;
Things that no well-bred Cat will do.
At Human jokes, however stale,
He jumps about and wags his tail,
And Human People clap their hands
And think he really understands.
[Pg 56] They say “Good Dog” to him. To us
They say “Poor Puss,” and make no fuss.
Why Dogs are “good” and Cats are “poor”
I fail to understand, I’m sure.
To Someone very Good and Just,
Who has proved worthy of her trust,
A Cat will sometimes condescend—
The Dog is Everybody’s friend.

A dog sits up on his haunches holding a newspaper in his mouth

A kitten plays with a ball of wool

[Pg 59]

The Game

Watching a ball on the end of a string,
Watching it swing back and to,
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a Kitten can do.
First it goes this way, then it goes that,
Just like a bird on the wing.
And all of a tremble I crouch on the mat
Like a Lion, preparing to spring.
And now with a terrible deafening mew,
Like a Tiger I leap on my prey,
And just when I think I have torn it in two
It is up in the air and away.

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