John Bannister Tabb

(1845-1909 / the United States)

A Compensation - Poem by John Bannister Tabb

A squirrel, while he sprang from tree to tree,
Cried to a skunk below, 'Pray, look at me:
There's no such grace nor such agility
As mine, I tell you!'
'Nay, friend,' the simple creature made reply,
'Thy gifts, forsooth, no mortal may deny;
But pray remember 'tis my boast that I
By far outsmell you.'


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010



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