Identifier: bashfulearthquak00herf (find matches)
Title: The bashful earthquake & other fables and verses
Year: 1898 (1890s)

Oliver Herford  (1863–1935)
	Alternative names	O. Herford / Olivier Herford
	Description	American-British writer, illustrator, poet and humorist
	Date of birth/death	1 December 1863	5 July 1935
	Location of birth/death	Sheffield	Manhattan
	Authority file	: Q7087594 VIAF: 1202710 ISNI: 0000000063205127 ULAN: 500336631 LCCN: n50034980 NLA: 35189347 WorldCat

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Publisher: New York, C. Scribner's Sons
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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And so he did, and as you 11 guess,He had a measure of success.Disguised in name alone, he yetTook in most every one he met. The first was Mister Wolf, who said, Your Majesty — ^^ Off with his head ! The angry monarch roared. *I am, I d have you know, a Woolly Lamb. Then Mistress Lamb, who, being near.Had heard, addressed him: ^^ Brother dear — ^^Odds cats ! the lion roared. ^^My word !Such insolence I never heard ! 90 His rage was a terrific sight (It almost spoiled his appetite). And so it went, until one day He met Sir Fox, who stopped to say (Keeping just far enough away, Yet in a casual, off-hand way. As if he did nH care a fig), *^ Good-morning to you, Thingumjig. To-day we think it infra dig^ To use such words as Thing um jig; But what is now a vulgar word In those days never had been heard. Sir Fox himself invented it This great emergency to fit. The King of Beasts, quite unpreparedFor this reception, simply stared.
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Of course lie was not going to showThere was a word he did not know.He bowed, and with his haughtiest airE-esumed his walk; but everywhereHe went his subjects, small and big.Took up the cry of Thingumjig.It followed him whereer he went ;He did nt dare his rage to vent.Suppose it were a compliment ?His anger then would only showHere was a word he did not know !The only course for him t was clear,Was to pretend he did not hear.- And this he did until, at length,Long fasting so impaired his strength He gave his tour up in de-spair,Mid great rejoicing every-where.

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