Robert Graves: Mr. Philosopher

Mr. Philosopher

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.