Pinky tongue that washes fur,
Every part except his purr,
Sometimes much too bored to stir,
That's Tibby.
Walking so he won't be heard,
Hiding 'neath the ferns preferred,
Watching for a dicky-bird,
Oh, Tibby!
Stretching on the kitchen mat,
Long and lovely, sleek and fat,
Quite a yard of pussy-cat,
My Tibby!
Take what pretty things you see—
Take the cake I've made for tea—
Take my doll, but leave to me
My Tibby!
The Thin Cat
He walked upon our garden wall,
He hadn't got a home at all,
The thin cat, the thin cat,
The little homeless thin cat!
I don't believe he ever purr'd,
He never knew a loving word,
The thin cat, the thin cat,
The little homeless thin cat!
But Mother said, "Go, bring him in,
I cannot bear to see him thin,"
The thin cat, the thin cat,
The little homeless thin cat!
So now he purrs upon the mat,
His coat is soft—he's warm and fat,
The fat cat, the fat cat,
The little cared-for fat cat!