POETRY
THE MORALS OF THE JUNGLE I NEVER know. I never shall, Why people are called bestial, Whose code of conduct seems to be Sublime in its urbanity.
The lion roars when he is full. His nails are most unbeautiful. The tiger roaming round the East, Forgets his manners at a feast.
In nakedness beside his cows, The bison is content to browse. The goat, the puma, and the pig, Do nothing grand and nothing big.
The antelope can have no heart In taking odds nor looking smart. The zebra scours the distant plain, But never drinks the best champagne.
Too little rest, too little ease, NO unguents, and no dope to please ; They do not bathe, they do not care, What 'portionis of the hide go bare.
Impelled by their laborious fates, To savage fight for food and mates, The thought of virtue and of gold LeaVes all these creatures simply cold.
The sport of every circumstance, . They have no wealth and no romance, Beneath disdain, beneath regret, Devoid of social etiquette. -
How dainty, and how far more nice
Are those win; feel the sacrifice
Of b.:lire and honour, yet can make
That sacrifice for comfort's sake !
E. V. KNOX..
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