As she elegantly strolls by
in the crisp winter air,
he screams: “Meat is Murder!”
She halts and turns
toward him sympathetically.
He looks puzzled, but only
for a moment. Then his legs and arms
re-tense and, squinting,
with even greater vigor he screams,
“Fur is Fabulous!”
She looks around
and slowly backs away.
He stops as if struck
with masticatory degeneration,
then strengthens,
and with an expression
of joy and triumph, screams,
“Fur is Murder!”