Kindness To Animals

  Little children, never give   Pain to things that feel and live:   Let the gentle robin come   For the crumbs you save at home,    As his meat you throw along   He'll repay you with a song;   Never hurt the timid hare   Peeping from her green grass lair,   Let her come and sport and play   On the lawn at close of day;   The little lark goes soaring high   To the bright windows of the sky,   Singing as if 'twere always spring,   And fluttering on an untired wing,    Oh! let him sing his happy song,   Nor do these gentle creatures wrong. UNKNOWN