What morning when you waken
Is the right one to decide
That this ferret will be forsaken
And no more with you abide?
A ferret like this, she'll find a home
And what will be the harm
In telling all the children
That she's living on a farm?
As you bring her in and leave her
In her lonely metal cage,
And act as though you have not choice,
I feel a silent rage.
What heinous thing has this ferret done?
What had been her crime?
Or are other things more pressing
and you just don't have the time?
This ferret who loved her family
And played with them day by day
Has become an inconvenience
And has now been sent away.
She keeps a faithful vigil,
The tears in my eyes burn,
While with trusting expectation
She waits for your return.
A ferret like this will have no home,
No family will be found
For who will take an older ferret
When younger ones abound?
Now at last her time has come,
And with a gentle nod
I'll cradle your ferret in my arms
And send her back to God.
Written by: Elizabeth Clark (altered for ferrets)
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