“The moon? It is a griffin’s egg,
Hatching to-morrow night.
And how the little boys will watch
With shouting and delight
To see him break the shell and stretch
And creep across the sky.
The boys will laugh. The little girls,
I fear, may hide and cry.
Yet gentle will the griffin be,
Most decorous and fat,
And walk up to the milky way
And lap it like a cat.”
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And that’s reminded me of a childhood verse, something about The Moon it is a Griffin’s egg, hatching tomorrow night….but I don’t recall the rest
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Yet Gentle Will the Griffin Be, by
Vachel Lindsay
“The moon? It is a griffin’s egg,
Hatching to-morrow night.
And how the little boys will watch
With shouting and delight
To see him break the shell and stretch
And creep across the sky.
The boys will laugh. The little girls,
I fear, may hide and cry.
Yet gentle will the griffin be,
Most decorous and fat,
And walk up to the milky way
And lap it like a cat.”
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Ah, well done! But I also recall something about tomorrow never comes….so it will never hatch
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Sorry, can’t help there, nothing comes up!
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