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Death Of A Cockroach
I opened wide the bath-room door,
And all at once switched on the light,
When moving swift across the floor
I saw a streak of ebon bright:
Then quick, with slipper in my hand,
Before it could escape,--I slammed.

I missed it once, I missed it twice,
But got it ere it gained its lair.

I fear my words were far from nice,
Though d----s with me are rather rare:
Then lo! I thought that dying roach
Regarded me with some reproach.


Said I: "Don't think I grudge you breath;
I hate to spill your greenish gore,
But why did you invite your death
By straying on my bath-room floor?"
"It is because," said he (or she),
"Adventure is my destiny.


"By evolution I was planned,
And marvellously made as you;
And I am led to understand
The selfsame God conceived us two:
Sire, though the coup de grâce you give,
Even a roach has right to live.
"

Said I: "Of course you have a right,--
But not to blot my bath-room floor.

Yet though with slipper I may smite,
Your doom I morally deplore .
.
.

From cellar gloom to stellar space
Let bards and beetles have their place.
Written by: Robert William Service