A Tale Of Reverse, or The Reverse Of A Tail

John Bannister Tabb

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The dog that caught the mink
Was strolling down the street,
When, quicker than a wink,
He chanced a maid to meet,
Inhabiting the skin
That once his victim wore;
But, lo, beneath her chin
The tail was now before!
"Alas," he sighed, "'tis passing strange
How fashion with our fortunes change!"

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