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1854–1925

MOTHER FUR

Edith Matilda Thomas

I wonder what charm there can be in fur? The kitten curls up and begins to purr, The puppy tumbles about in the rug In his silly way and gives it a hug,

And mousekin, that even a shadow can scare, For a moment lies still in the long, soft hair Then slips away to its home in the wall. Can it be — poor darlings! that each and all

Believe‘ tis their mother, and hasten to her? All babies, I think, love old Mother Fur; For my little brother — too little to speak — 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!

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