There Are Limits

Justice hath taken up her pen,
Humanely legislating:
We'll crate no pig, nor cage a hen,
Nor shoot a hare that's mating.

Because we are a kindly race
And sentimental nation,
We'll loose no dogs on deadly chase
Nor boil a live crustacean.

We'll open up Compassion's door
To beasts of any phylum,
And slam it if you're human, poor
And come to ask asylum.

Nigel Cudleigh-Britton