Mary.—But then some sly and cruel rat
Would find your burrow out;
Or else the furious old gray cat
Might scratch your peepers out.
Beth.—'Tis true they might, but don’t you know
The reindeer’s wretched lot?
His dinner and his bed are snow,
And supper he has not.
Mary.—But then he is so useful, Beth,
His masters love him so!