English poem
The Sphinx
by Oliver Herford (1863–1935)
She was half Lady and half cat— What is so wonderful in that? Half of our lady friends (so say The other half) are Cats to-day. In Egypt she made quite a stir, They carved huge Images of her. Riddles she asked of all she met And all who answered wrong, she ate. When Oedipus her riddle solved The minx—I mean the Sphinx—dissolved In tears. What is there, when one thinks, So wonderful about the Sphinx?