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A LITTLE CHAT ABOUT THE POLECAT | |
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A LITTLE CHAT ABOUT THE POLECAT
Now pole cat was the name I wore,
Way back in days of yore,
But trappers put it in the trunk,
And kill me ever as the skunk.
After they have skinned my hide,
I'm put on something to be dried,
Then I am sold for more or less,
To the buyer of my dress.
Upon investing what we are,
I might be found the leading star;
If I am classed as number one,
They price me at a higher sum.
And then they find among the sort,
My other brother, sister, short,
Plus adding cousins three and four.
Is all the kin I have in store.
F. N. MONJO
Fur, News. Fur News, January 1916.
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