English poem
An Inconvenience
by John B. Tabb (1845–1909)
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."
Versos English John B. Tabb An Inconvenience
English poem
by John B. Tabb (1845–1909)
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."