Take One Home For The Kiddies

 On shallow straw, in shadeless glass,
Huddled by empty bowls, they sleep:
No dark, no dam, no earth, no grass -
Mam, get us one of them to keep.


Living toys are something novel,
But it soon wears off somehow.

Fetch the shoebox, fetch the shovel -
Mam, we're playing funerals now.

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