(“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
- The Plea of PythagorasThe Vegetarian Messenger and Health Review, April 1910
- Hymn of ThanksgivingJustice, December 29, 1900
- Workman’s Jubilee OdeSocial Democrat, February 1897
- ValentineJustice, February 12, 1887