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The Elf and the Dormouse
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,
gaily he flew.
Soon he was safe home,
dry as could be.
Soon woke the Dormouse -
"Good gracious me!
"Where is my toadstool?"
loud he lamented.
- And that's how umbrellas
first were invented.
by
Oliver Herford
