The lure of fur, the rabbit-habit,
don't demure, you want to grab it,
you want to be warm, to change your colour,
you want to seem soft and alluring to another.
Bear's hide, sheep's fleece, wool, hair, skin,
you seize on everything you want -- a common human sin.
You dangle 'coon tails down your back,
and must have feathers for your hat,
you must have eggs from the highest cliff
and want the bladders from bear and bat,
even the hidden oyster pearl and organs deep in a gut.
the crime is theft and the motive gain, the case is open and shut.
You're guilty, Human, you stole, you killed,
you dragged the young from the nest,
you saw the helpless mother aghast -- and did what you do best
-- F.J.
