A record is kept of all things upon earth.And even the kitty that sleeps on the hearthHas its own rights to our kindness and care,As long as it lives. And no one should dareTo think all he owes is a kick and a “Scat!”To poor little pussy because she’s a cat.And if she must die, let it be by the wayThat gives the least pain, is what Mercy would say.Be kind to all creatures; our heart tells us why.And he who cares not for the sufferer’s cryShall himself call in vain when the terror is nigh;He who cares not for pain of man, beast or birdShall yet cry “himself and never be heard.”
A record is kept of all things upon earth.And even the kitty that sleeps on the hearthHas its own rights to our kindness and care,As long as it lives. And no one should dareTo think all he owes is a kick and a “Scat!”To poor little pussy because she’s a cat.And if she must die, let it be by the wayThat gives the least pain, is what Mercy would say.Be kind to all creatures; our heart tells us why.And he who cares not for the sufferer’s cryShall himself call in vain when the terror is nigh;He who cares not for pain of man, beast or birdShall yet cry “himself and never be heard.”
A record is kept of all things upon earth.
And even the kitty that sleeps on the hearth
Has its own rights to our kindness and care,
As long as it lives. And no one should dare
To think all he owes is a kick and a “Scat!”
To poor little pussy because she’s a cat.
And if she must die, let it be by the way
That gives the least pain, is what Mercy would say.
Be kind to all creatures; our heart tells us why.
And he who cares not for the sufferer’s cry
Shall himself call in vain when the terror is nigh;
He who cares not for pain of man, beast or bird
Shall yet cry “himself and never be heard.”
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