  The Bison, though he seems so grim, Is very sensitive; And when the children stare at him, He wants to cease to live. He hears them wonder why he's there, And why he can't break through; And why he has such funny hair, And why he doesn't moo. At this, the suffering Buffalo Can scarce restrain to weep; Their caustic comments hurt him so,— They haunt him in his sleep. But, Grown-Up people, let me pray You'll not behave like this; The Bison pet,—and, when you may, Give him a friendly kiss. |
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