What Clothes are made of.

Come here to papa, and I’ll tell my dear boy,

(For I think he would never have guess’d,)

How many poor animals we must employ,

Before little Charles can be dress’d.

The pretty sheep gives you the wool from his sides,

To make you a jacket to use:

And the dog or the seal must be stript of their hides,

To give you a couple of shoes.

And then the grey rabbit contributes his share:

He helps to provide you a hat;

For this must be made of his delicate hair,

And so you may thank him for that.

And many poor animals suffer besides,

And each of them give us a share,

Pull off their warm clothing, or give us their hides,

That we may have plenty to wear.

Then as the poor creatures are suffer’d to give

So much for the comfort of man,

I think ’tis but right, that, as long as they live,

We should do all for them that we can.