His washing wasn’t right,
His socks were always out at heels,
His shirts a fearful sight.
Chorus. He didn’t like his meals, etc.
By the end of the third verse the Queen was looking very strained and anxious, and the Rainbow Cat himself was beginning to feel rather nervous. His song had only four verses, and he wasn’t at all sure that he would be asked to sing another. He was afraid that people would remember their unfinished dinner as soon as he stopped.
So he began the fourth verse very slowly. But before he had got half-way through, he saw three servants standing between the curtains of the great doorway of the banqueting hall with enormous golden dishes piled up with most magnificent-looking tarts.
“My tarts,” he heard the Queen murmur in an excited voice, and then he knew that everything was well.
So he finished his song at a great pace, and the last chorus was sung with much enthusiasm, for the other guests had also seen the waiting tarts, and were eager to begin on them.
This is the last verse of his song:
“Assuredly,” thought he,