A pussycat once saw a bat
hung from the tree, that it was at
thought pussycat, who purred and sat
that any bat which hung like that
might be at that a kind of rat
perhaps a mouse, which is less fat
so when the cat just stared and sat
the bat-like rat looked down and spat
into the eye of pussycat
the pussycat thought 'what a brat'
that he would be regretting that
the cat put on his Sunday hat
and used the feline prayer mat
to hide behind while tit for tat
the pussycat devoured the bat.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tit-for-tat/
