ALL THE DIFFERENCE

Evening Star, Issue 24328, 17 October 1942, Page 3

ALL THE DIFFERENCE

[Written by X.Y. for the 1 Evening Star.’] I love the Dog—that faithful friend 1 Of Man. I keep one, too —-he is no end Of an Important person round about The place. ’Twould be a solitude without His face. I love a Cat, curled up beside The grate; Or else, aloof and dignified. With gait Precise, demure, and tail a-wave On high. I’d sorrow much, should Pussy have To die. Some poets think it superfine To sing About the scented breath of kine In Spring. v I’ve smelt it sometimes on a farm, And think It’s not a nauseous or harmFul stink. The average fellow can esteem With ease The source of butter, milk, and cream, And cheese; So sentiments of gratitude Allow Of admiration for the good Old Cow. My neighbour has a cur, which comes Each day. And smashes my Delphiniums In play. He has a cat of mixed-up breeds (The brute). I’ll catch it scratching up my seeds And shoot. While, as for cows—one scraggy beast Came by, Walked in and made a hoggish feast Of my Spring vegetables—and it found A lot. I’ll send that creature to the pound— Why not? My dog, my- cat, my cow (when I Have one) I love them all, I won’t deny— But none Of other people's pets may cross My fence. Or it will be a total loss. That’s sense! 4* u* d* d’d*’h’h’h’hrh’h’h