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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."

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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