The Germ

A mighty creature is the germ,
Though smaller than the pachyderm.
His customary dwelling place
Is deep within the human race.
His childish pride he often pleases
By giving people strange diseases.
Do you, my poppet, feel infirm?
You probably contain a germ.

by Ogden Nash

Comments (3)

The green wood, waters, flowers, the wonderful imaginations for a poem is here. Nature's wonderland is created in this poem. Great.
The hand of wit that writ such verse Ope'd ay to catch such face! Those lips kissed sae fondly Dearie, Will forever kiss his Highland Mary.
Castle, green wood, waters and flowers are still there; but the poet's beloved has departed ago! That surely reminds of their love under the shade of fragrant flowers! Nature carries with it the love's happy days and immortalizes it forever like Robert Burns' poem on Highland Mary!