Just then there arose in the street a great chorus. To human ears it would have sounded like a chorus of mews, but it was not.
All the cats were shouting, just as they had heard human beings shout at election time, and this was what they were saying:
“What’s the matter with Ban-Ban?” “He’s all right!” “Who founded Purrington?” “Ban-Ban!” “Who brought the cow to Purrington?” “Ban-Ban!”
And then they sang, to the tune of Yankee Doodle:
“Bannie-Ban, with coat of silk,
Got poor thirsty cats their milk!
Bannie-Ban, he knows how
Best to argue with a cow.
Purrers, we, of Purrington,
Without milk could not get on.