Under the toadstool crept a wee elf
Out of the rain to shelter himself.
Under the toadstool, 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 til the toadstool toppled in two
Holding it over him, gaily he flew.
Soon he was safe home, dry as can be.
Soon woke the Dormouse- "Good gracious, me!"
"Where is my toadstool?" loud he lamented.
-And that's how umbrellas first were invented.
~Oliver Herford 1863
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