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For Sure
I know that there's a Heaven for squashed hedgehogs
And for all the creatures crushed upon the road;
That up amongst the stars they get to stamp on Dinky cars
And there's Right of Way for every duck and toad.
I'm sure that God lets Rex sit on the sofa
And doesn't mind if Felix raids the bin...
In Heaven He won't care how much they shed their hair
And accidental whoopsies are no sin.
I know that budgies who escape their cages
Fly straight to God before the first frost falls
And the hamsters who got out when no-one was about
Are scampering inside Heaven's cavity walls.
I'm sure that all the horses at the races
Who cannot clear the jumps and take a fall
Don't feel the gun go WALLOP, but are at a joyous gallop
In the sweetest, greenest, flattest fields of all.
The chased, the caged, the hunted and exploited
Are not required to queue at Heaven's Gate.
(Not like the human throng who knows that it did wrong
And has to hope that God will wipe the slate.)
I'm sure that there's a Heaven for ALL creatures
And I hope they have the chance to make it plain
As to whether they'll share with us or can never quite forgive us
And would rather not clap eyes on us again.
written and
submitted by Claire Donovan-Craske
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