Some Conceited Bat
The rat to the bat: " Sir, up close
you look almost like a rat
so, I'd want to call you cousin,
if you don't mind being that."
The bat to the rat: "No way, impudent
rodent, you're so crass
denizen of the foul gutter,
you're without a touch of class,
" listen, presumptuous fool, I swoop,
you creep, you crawl, I fly
in evolution's totem pole,
you're down below, I'm way up high
" I'm first cousin of the larks,
you're brother of the ticks and gnats
remember this, angels are to humans
as bats are to rats."
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