Saturday, September 26, 2020

The Noah's Ark

Illustration and Poem by Katherine Pyle
 
The Noah's Ark.
 
The  Noah's Ark's a pleasant place,
With windows on each side,
And half the painted shingle roof
Is hinged, and opens wide.
 
And often Noah and his wife,
In dresses green and blue,
Take out the animals to walk
In rows of two and two.
 
And Noah was a cheerful man;
He always wore a smile;
But Mrs, Noah used to fret
And worry all the while.

Sometimes she's fret because their dog
Was looking thin and brown;
Or else because the elephant
So often tumbled down.

And when they reached the ark at last
She'd roll and scrape  about
To count the animals, for fear
That some had been left out.

Good Mr. Noah often said:
"Don't worry so, my dear,
Or very soon your pretty paint
Will all wear off, I fear!"

"Oh dear!" she cried, "this cow is scratched!
The wolf is on his head!"
And so she fretted spite of all
That Mr. Noah said.
 
And so poor Mrs. Noah's paint
Began to crack and fade;
But Mr. Noah still looked bright
As when he first was made.
 
by Katherine Pyle.
 

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