Your fur coat cost a pretty price;
My fur was almost free.
The only thing I had to pay
Was just a kennel fee.
Your fur coat now is snowy white
And lined with softest silk.
My fur is just a little ball
That still is lapping milk.
I wouldn't trade your fur for mine;
I'd be ashamed to wear it.
I know the way it came about;
I simply could not bear it.
It's made of pain and blood and cries
And the agony in a mother's eyes
While a baby seal was stripped of skin
So you could wear that coat you're in.
It's not an easy death to die,
So please think hard before you buy
And if you really want a fur,
Then get the kind that bark or purr.
It may not keep you warm outside,
But you can hold your head with pride
and in the world so filled with pain
Know you, at least, are not to blame.
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