(“What would become of Esquimaux?”)
This doubt not: if my choice were free,
A vegetarian strict I’d be.
My heart is in your Cause; but oh!
What, then, of those poor Esquimaux?
I dread to think what might betide them,
If flesh were suddenly denied them;
In Greenland, too, so short of green!
How would they get their Vitamines?
They must have blubber, so, in grief,
(All for their sake) I must have beef.
More Verses by Henry Salt
- On Mr. Bernard Shaw’s 70th BirthdayThe Times, July 26, 1926
- FeathertopJustice, March 21, 1885
- Wealth and WantJustice, August 8, 1885
- Workman’s Jubilee OdeSocial Democrat, February 1897
- Bob Anderson, My BeauJustice, January 11, 1908