Burying The Hamster Poem by Della Perry

Today we had to bury the hamster
He was cold and stiff, the children cried
He was a lucky creature for he had been loved.
They prodded and poked him, he didn't revive
His balding fur (for he was three years old, which is old for an hamster) was damp with their tears.
We placed him in a tiny chocolate box,
I had to eat those!
With pretty tissue paper for a bed,
We made a tiny plaque and stuck it by where his head lay.
I dug a small hole by the tree, beside the pond,
Where our dog loved to lie in the summer,
We buried him slowly, even I shed a tear.
For three days he had flowers put on his little grave
And tears fell upon the disturbed soil.
But on the fourth day, quite a shock for me,
Inquisitive boys minds
Had dug him up, to have a look,
Prodded and poked, then buried him all over again.