“I’m stuffed!” said the fox
I’m aware,” said the hare
“For I watched the strange process myself
He yanked out your guts
And replaced them with dust
And put you up there on the shelf”
“Don’t be cruel,” said the pheasant
“You know it’s not pleasant
To wake up and find oneself dead
Immune to decay
In an unearthly way
No brains in your hollowed-out head”
“To be sure,” said the ferret
“Although there’s some merit
In being direct from the start
Fact is, you’re a shell
And we are as well
All mummies with no brains or heart”
Fox was glum, so owl cried
“Look on the bright side
There’s no need to be so bereft”
“I can’t see it,” fox sighed,
“Cause I’m missing an eye
The bright side must be on the left”