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.”