English poem
Kindness To Animals
by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)
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.