A sort of rabbit potentate
His precious fur did abdicate
Just so a furrier might create
A coat that cost one-sixty-eight
(Which covers taxes and the freight).
The furrier and the rabbit chap
Are credited for this trifling wrap–
I could, of course, stand by, agape;
But it’s time, I think, I yawed my yap:
I indulge the esoteric skill
Of the furrier, Jones (from Louisville);
Upon his head I praises spill–
I love him, yes, but hate his bill.
The furrier, then, I take in stride;
It’s with rabbit I’m dissatisfied.
Praise for him I can’t abide–
For THAT COAT CAME OUT OF FATHER’S HIDE!
by Ray Romine Friday, November 5, 1943
