Yet Gentle Will the Griffin Be

What Grandpa Told the Children

The Moon? It is a griffin's egg,
Hatching tomorrow night;
And how the little boys will watch
With shouting and delight

To see him break the shell and stretch
And creep across the sky.
The boys will laugh, the little girls,
I fear, may hide and cry.

Yet gentle will the griffin be,
Most decorous and fat;
And walk up to the milky way
And lap it like a cat.