Showing posts with label Eugene Field. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eugene Field. Show all posts

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Field Trips

Yesterday, one of my sisters asked me when I had last visited the Eugene Field House. I admitted that I have never once set foot in the Eugene Field House in all the years I've lived in St. Louis. She was astonished. Apparently most St. Louisans, including her, visited it on school field trips. Well, not me.
For those who don't remember, Eugene Field was "the children's poet". He wrote Little Boy Blue and Wynken, Blynken and Nod. And those are very good poems. But my favorite Eugene Field poem was The Duel.
The duel

The gingham dog and the calico cat
Side by side on the table sat;
'T was half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t' other had slept a wink!
The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate
Appeared to know as sure as fate
There was going to be a terrible spat.
(I wasn't there; I simply state
What was told to me by the Chinese plate!)

The gingham dog went "bow-wow-wow!"
And the calico cat replied "mee-ow!"
The air was littered, an hour or so,
With bits of gingham and calico,
While the old Dutch clock in the chimney place
Up with its hands before its face,
For it always dreaded a family row!
(Now mind: I'm only telling you
What the old Dutch clock declares is true!)

The Chinese plate looked very blue,
And wailed, "Oh, dear! what shall we do!"
But the gingham dog and the calico cat
Wallowed this way and tumbled that,
Employing every tooth and claw
In the awfullest way you ever saw -
And, oh! how the gingham and calico flew!
(Don't fancy I exaggerate -
I got my news from the Chinese plate!)

Next morning, where the two had sat
They found no trace of dog or cat;
And some folks think unto this day
That burglars stole that pair away!
But the truth about the cat and pup
Is this: they ate each other up!
Now what do you really think of that!
(The old Dutch clock it told me so,
And that is how I came to know.)

Eugene Field

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