THE FUR COAT

I walked out in my Coat of Pride,

I looked about on every side,

And said the mountains should not be

Just where they were, and that the sea

Was badly placed, and that the beech

Should be an oak — and then from each

I turned in dignity as if

They were not there: I sniffed a sniff,

And climbed upon my sunny shelf,

And sneezed a while, and scratched myself.