As Mistress Gurton’s Tabby rare,
The proudest of the purring band;
So dignified in all her paces—
She seem’d, a pupil of the Graces!
There never was a finer creature
In all the varying whims of Nature!
All liked Grimalkin, passing well!
Save Mistress Gurton, and, ’tis said,
She oft with furious ire would swell,
When, through neglect or hunger keen,