In Paris a queer little man you may see, A little man all in gray; Rosy and round as an apple is he, Content with the present whate'er it may be, While from care and from cash he is equally free, And merry both night and day! "Ma foi! I laugh at the world." says he, "I laugh at the world, and the world laughs at me!" What a gay little man in gray.
I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst the earth's sweet flowing breast;A tree that looks at God all day,And lifts her leafy arms to pray;A tree that may in Summer wearA nest of robins in her hair;Upon whose bosom snow has lain;Who intimately lives with rain.Poems are made by fools like me,But only God can make a tree.joyce kilmer
I think that I shall never seeA billboard lovely as a tree.Indeed, unless the billboards fall,I'll never see a tree at all.ogden nash
But if the envious nymphs shall fearTheir beauties will be scorn'd,And hire the ruder winds to tearThat face which you adorn'd;Then rage and foam amain, that weTheir malice may despise;And from your froth we soon shall seeA second Venus rise.thomas carew