The cats they sat and lick'd their paws, all in a merry ring,
But nothing else within the place looked like a living thing;
Anon they quarrell'd savagely, and spit, and swore, and hollo'd,
Till at last these six great large tom-cats they one another swallow'd;
And nought but one long tail was left in that once peaceful dwelling,
And a very tough one too it was—it's the same as I've been telling. [C. B.]
In the Character of Marie Stuart.