We treat him well; we call him our Black Prince.
So thick and glossy is his coat of jet
You well might say that you have never met
A cat so lordly, though he seems to brood
Over some wrong he never can forget.
We know that he could tell us, if he would—
Our dear Black Prince, so sad, so gentle, and so good!
III
“You prattle, children. Fritz, bestir yourself!
The fire needs wood, so hungry is the wind;