To his cousin the Bat Squeaked the envious Rat, "How fine to be able to fly!" Tittered she, "Leather wings Are convenient things; But nothing to sit on have I."


The Poetry of Father Tabb - Humorous Verse, An Inconvenience, Dodd, Mead & Company. 1928


To his cousin the Bat Squeaked the envious Rat, How fine to be able to fly! Tittered she, Leather wings Are convenient things; But nothing to sit on...

To his cousin the Bat Squeaked the envious Rat, How fine to be able to fly! Tittered she, Leather wings Are convenient things; But nothing to sit on...

To his cousin the Bat Squeaked the envious Rat, How fine to be able to fly! Tittered she, Leather wings Are convenient things; But nothing to sit on...

To his cousin the Bat Squeaked the envious Rat, How fine to be able to fly! Tittered she, Leather wings Are convenient things; But nothing to sit on...