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fossils | ogden nash
at midnight in the museum hall,
the fossils gathered for a ball,
there were no drums or saxophones,
but just the clatter of their bones,
rolling, rattling carefree circus,
of mammoth polkas and mazurkas,
pterodactyls and brontosauruses
sang ghostly prehistoric choruses,
amid the mastodonic wassail
i caught the eye of one small fossil,
“cheer up sad world,” he said and winked,
“it’s kind of fun to be extinct
found on etsy.com
in the lovely little Sautter Pictures shop
