Mr. Philosopher by Robert Graves — Read

Old Mr. Philosopher / Comes for Ben and Claire, / An ugly man, a tall man, / With bright-red hair.

The books that he's written / No one can read. / "In fifty years they'll understand: / Now there's no need.

"All that matters now / Is getting the fun. / Come along, Ben and Claire; / Plenty to be done."

Then old Philosopher, / Wisest man alive, / Plays at Lions and Tigers / Down along the drive --

Gambolling fiercely / Through bushes and grass, / Making monstrous mouths, / Braying like an ass,

Twisting buttercups / In his orange hair, / Hopping like a kangaroo, / Growling like a bear.

Right up to tea-time / They frolic there. / "My legs _are_ wingle," / Says Ben to Claire.