THE FLEDGELING AND THE BUG
“Are you the kind of insect, Sir,
“My mother calls digestible?”
Enquired the little fledgeling of
The Sweet Potato Bug.
“I’m nothing of the kind, my friend.
“My taste is just detestable—
“And so is yours—Such impudence!”
He answered with a shrug.
THE FLEDGELING
THE FLEDGELING AND THE BUG