John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб)

Cats

They fought like demons of the night
   Beneath a shrunken moon,
And all the roof at dawn of light
   With fiddle-strings was strewn.

1. Bicycles! Tricycles!
2. A Legacy
3. Foot-Soldiers
4. Frog-Making
5. The Sun

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