Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern American Poetry. 1919.
Oliver Herford18631935The Elf and the Dormouse
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Out of the rain to shelter himself.
Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap.
Fearing to fly away lest he get wet.
Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile.
Holding it over him, gaily he flew.
Soon woke the Dormouse—“Good gracious me!
—And that’s how umbrellas first were invented.