And if one of them chases it at all,
She peeps out over her glasses’ rim
With a savage, dreadful scowl at him,
And cries out, “Scat,
You saucy cat!”
Or, if her long tail gets uncurled
And sways but the least bit in the world,
And one of them makes a roguish nip
At it, or plays at mouse with the tip,
Somebody hears,