UP FROM THE EGG, poem by Ogden Nash

Caught the last four lines of this poem listening to “Says You” on NPR and had to look it up.

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UP FROM THE EGG
By Ogden Nash

Bird watchers top my honors list.
I aimed to be one, but I missed.

Since I’m both myopic and astigmatic,

My aim turned out to be erratic,

And I, bespectacled and binocular,

Exposed myself to comment jocular.

We don’t need too much birdlore, do we,

To tell a flamingo from a towhee;

Yet I cannot, and never will,

Unless the silly birds stand still. 

And there’s no enlightenment in a tour

Of ornithological literature.

Is yon strange creature a common chickadee,

Or a migrant alouette from Picardy?

You can rush to consult your Nature guide

And inspect the gallery inside,

But a bird in the open never looks

Like its picture in the birdie books –
Or if it once did, it has changed its plumage,

And plunges you back into ignorant gloomage.

That is why I sit here growing old by…

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One Response to UP FROM THE EGG, poem by Ogden Nash

  1. jclarowe@gmail.com says:

    Delightful!

    Sent from my iPad

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