See how he nestles his peach-blossom cheek

In the velvet coat that the tiger wore,

As it lies stretched out at length on the floor!

Tiger, if you were alive—dear me!

I shudder to think how cruel you’d be.

No doubt in your day you did harm enough,

But now you’re safe as my tippet or muff!

You, too, I will call (since you never can stir)

Old Mother Fur, kind Mother Fur!