AN INSECTARIAN

"I CANNOT wash my dog," she said,
"Nor touch him with a comb,
For fear the Fleas upon him bred
May find no other home."

THE SQUIRREL

WHO combs you, little Squirrel?
And do you twist and twirl
When some one puts the papers on
To keep your tail in curl?
And must you see the dentist
For every tooth you break?
And are you apt from eating nuts
To get the stomach-ache?

HOSPITALITY

SAID a Snake to a Frog with a wrinkled skin,
"As I notice, dear, that your dress is thin,
And a rain is coming, I'll take you in."