We’ll both of us set up a dismal meow.
If she boxes our ears, or gives a cuff,
Or asks if we haven’t had food enough,
We’ll tell her our grief is deeper than that,
We think it a shame that so proud a cat
Should have two children with no names, at all.
And then we will mew and cat-er-waul,
Till she tells us how she came to be named.
We will let her know that we feel ashamed.”
With a waving tail, and a stately tread,