Too Sure.
On a tree
Birdie sat,
Down below
Lay pussy cat.
“Come down here
By my side,”
Said the Cat,
The bird replied:
“For you, Miss Puss,
I have no love
I'd rather stay
Up above.”
“I'll come to you”
The pussy said.
Rose, stretched herself,
And shook her head.
She climbed the tree
(The cunning cat),
And reached the bough
Where Birdie sat.
She made a spring,
Her prey to seize,
But Birdie flew
Away with ease.
The pussy thought,
“Too sure was I,
I quite forgot
That birds could fly.”
