busy, busy are the shops
and everybody pours in
into the mall
Mom and daughter are shopping
and the debonair mom declares:
This year, this fur coat
is what I'm getting for Xmas!
We'll come back tomorrow
with my credit card
But mom, says the conscientious daughter
this is not synthetic
Some poor creature must scream in pain
so you can wear this coat
Don't worry, sweetie, says mom
Your dad won't get the statement
till 30 days from now
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