A Compensation

John Bannister Tabb

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A squirrel, while he sprang from tree to tree,
Cried to a skunk below, "Pray, look at me:
There's no such grace nor such agility
As mine, I tell you!"
"Nay, friend," the simple creature made reply,
"Thy gifts, forsooth, no mortal may deny;
But pray remember 'tis my boast that I
By far outsmell you."

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