The moth was beautiful, fluttering so free;
It’s light tan wings delighted me.
The sparrow cheeped, quickened wing, sharpened eye,
Flew down and ate his tan moth pie!

Oh, you who misplace moral words
On lions, deer, and moths and birds,
You blind yourselves to this law true:
That all must eat, including you.

The lion looks so friendly now
Because last night he ate a cow;
The robin sings in happy peace
From eating killed bugs piece by piece;
The lovely eagle soars so high
‘Cause Bunnny he did not pass by.

But none of this is sad or wrong;
Man’s ethics are for him alone.
The lion triumphs early, late,
Until, at last, he, too, is ate.