Under a toad stool
Crept a wee Elf,
Out of the rain
To shelter himself.
Under the toad stool
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 toad stool
Toppled in two;
Holding it over him,
Gayly he flew.
Soon he was safe home,
Dry as could be.
Soon woke the Dormouse—
'Good gracious me!
'Where is my toad stool?'
Loud he lamented.
And that's how umbrellas
First were invented.

And I do need one today,it's coming down in buckets!


smilnsigh said...

Such a precious little poem! Thank you.

And I need one today, too. 'Tis finally rainy for sure, around here.

Gentle hugs,
Miss Mari-Nanci

Heidi said...

I just love this! Wherever did you find it? I need to copy this to my poem and quotes book I keep. Thanks for sharing!

Hugs ~

Pam said...

How wonderful is it here!