KINDNESS TO ANIMALS
The Bison, though he seems so grim,
Is very sensitive;
And when the children stare at him,
He wants to cease to live.
He hears them wonder why he's there,
And why he can't break through;
And why he has such funny hair,
And why he doesn't moo.
At this, the suffering Buffalo
Can scarce restrain to weep;
Their caustic comments hurt him so,—
They haunt him in his sleep.
But, Grown-Up people, let me pray
You'll not behave like this;
The Bison pet,—and, when you may,
Give him a friendly kiss.
A COLD DAY
In winter time when ice and sleet
Make slidy places on the street,
The children early leave their beds
And rush out with their skates and sleds.