But Mr. 'Possum said he was too sleepy now, so Mr. Dog sang the poem which he had promised the evening before because, he said, singing would be a nice thing to go to sleep on. Mr. Dog's song was called
THE CAT WHO WOULD BE KING
There was cat who kept a store,
With other cats for customers.
His milk and mice
All packed in ice
His catnip all in canisters.
AND SO THIS CAT GREW RICH AND FAT
Fresh milk he furnished every day—
Two times a day and sometimes three—
And so this cat
Grew rich and fat
And proud as any cat could be.
But though so fat and rich he grew
He was not satisfied at all—
At last quoth he,
"A king I'll be
Of other cats both great and small."
Then hied he to the tinner cat,
Who made for him a tinsel crown,
And on the street,
A king complete,
He soon went marching up and down.
