(What Grandpa told the Children) <br /> <br /> <br />The moon? It is a griffin's egg, <br />Hatching to-morrow night. <br />And how the little boys will watch <br />With shouting and delight <br />To see him break the shell and stretch <br />And creep across the sky. <br />The boys will laugh. The little girls, <br />I fear, may hide and cry. <br />Yet gentle will the griffin be, <br />Most decorous and fat, <br />And walk up to the milky way <br />And lap it like a cat.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yet-gentle-will-the-griffin-be-2/
