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.
Ogden Nash
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