Where with her cats she reigned ecstatic.
“Henceforth,” said she, “I’ll live at leisure,
And only work my Spells for pleasure.”
She had a Sense of Humor dry,
She loved her Little Joke—and tho’
None of her Tricks were prompted by
A spiteful heart or love of show,
To love one’s Joke does not, it’s true,
Imply that Others love it too.
She had a disconcerting way,