||Humerous/ Funny Poems
||John Bannister Tabb
|John Bannister Tabb (1845-1909)was an accomplished poet and educater, born near Richmond, Virginia.
|"Why is it, little chick," I said
"That you so ragged go?"
"Alas," he answered, "father's dead
And mother cannot sew.
"She does her very best to lay,
Till I have learned to crow;
But bread is rising every day,
And eggs, alas, are low."