Running about the Isles of Spice
In a paradoxical Paradise?
Were you not homesick where monsters swam,
Dolorous dolphin and clamorous clam,
For your sunny stoop in Amsterdam?
Months at sea, while the billows roared,
And the Milky Way not a cupful poured;
No wonder Tabby looked over-bored.
You had your feelin's, as felines go,
Poor little puss. What scared you so?