THE PHILOSOPHICAL EARWIG

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXV, Issue 43, 24 October 1907, Page 37

THE PHILOSOPHICAL EARWIG

The earwig sat down on a broad lettuce leaf, - A philosopher grave.was he, And the point that he .pondered (and pondered with grief), • '■ Was the things that ought never to be. . ' Oh, I can't understand the ways of the world,' Was the soul of his constant complaint, ' For what is the use of a brush to a fox, When he's never been taught how to paint ? And what is. the sense of a pen to a pig, When he can't write a line, I declare ? - And, why should the stairs have a foot and no leg, I really can't get over that. Why is it the cricket will never play ball, And the grasshopper don't brew its hops, And why does the axe never ask to have bread, Or potatoes along with its chops ? And why mayn't the dog sail the sea in his bark, Or the elephant lock up his trunk, Or the sun build a house with its beams ? And why does the door never eat up its jamb £ So wasteful to keep it, it seems ! And why does the turkey that's dead never smile, When, a merry thought's" still in its breast ?~ Ana why ' He stopped short; he'd been seized by a hen, And nobody e'er heard the rest. —Exchange.