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À Bas Ben Adhem

My fellow man I do not care for.

I often ask me,

What's he there for?

The only answer I can

Is,

Reproduction of his kind.

If I'm supposed to swallow that,

Winnetka is my habitat.

Isn't it time to carve Hic

Above that Reproduction racket?

To make the matter more succinct:

Suppose my fellow man extinct.

Why, who would not approve the

Save possibly my fellow man?

Yet with a politician's

He names himself as Nature's choice.

The finest of the human

Are bad in figure, worse in face.

Yet just because they have two

And come from storks instead of

They count the spacious

As something to be charged and sent.

Though man created cross-town traffic,

The Daily Mirror,

News and Graphic,

The pastoral fight and fighting pastor,

And Queen Marie and Lady Astor,

He hails himself with drum and

And bullies lower forms of life.

Not that I think much

On how we treat our feathered friends,

Or hold the wrinkled elephantA nobler creature than my aunt.

It's simply that I'm sure I

Get on without my fellow man.

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Frederic Ogden Nash (August 19, 1902 – May 19, 1971) was an American poet well known for his light verse, of which he wrote over 500 pieces. Wit…

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