And many a time this Cat was curst,
Of squalling, thieving things, the worst!
Wish’d Dead! and menanc’d with a string,
For Cats of such scant Fame, deserv’d to swing!
One day, report, for ever busy,
Resolv’d to make Dame Gurton easy;
A Neighbour came, with solemn look,
And thus, the dismal tidings broke.
“Know you, that poor Grimalkin died
“Last night, upon the pent-house side?