Explore "The Floor" by Oliver Herford on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Here's to the floor, / Our best friend of all, / Who sticks to us close / In the time of our fall.
When benches are fickle / And tables betray / And rugs are revolving, / He meets us half-way.
Our stay and support, / When we can't stand alone, / With the floor for a backer, / We'll never be thrown.
Here's to our friend, / In life's every stage!
Dry nurse of infancy, / Wet nurse of age!
_A health_ to our floor!
Supporter and stay; / Though he often be full, / May he never give way!