[Poems by Tabb in] Father Tabb a study of his life and works with uncollected and unpublished poems |
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A BRIEF PEDIGREE |
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A BRIEF PEDIGREE
My mother was a Mare;My father was, alas,
(It pains me to declare),
A veritable Ass.
With rare exceptions, as a rule,
There're no descendants from a Mule—
The simple reason why, no doubt,
Some other families die out.
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