158 IS IT FAIR 



"I'm cruelly treated," the rat sadly thought, 

 "My gay squirrel cousins, they never arc 



caught ; 

 Their food grows on trees, they never need 



steal, 

 But I have seen cook give them many a meal. 



My eyes are as bright, my coat is as fine, 

 Our mouths are alike where our tiny teeth 



shine; 



Would I be fed," thought the rat with a wail, 

 "If I could grow feathers upon my slim tail?" 



