“I've earned repose to heal the ravages
Of these angelic-looking savages.
Oh, progeny playing by itself
Is a lonely little elf,
But progeny in roistering batches
Would drive St. francis from here to Natchez.”

—  Ogden Nash

Many Long Years Ago (1945), Children's Party

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American poet 1902–1971

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