May curses confound your cat!

His plunder I’ll tell you pit pat,

Our hut he inhabits at ease;

He broke into our buffet,

And munch’d up our ewe-milk cheese.

He lifts up our larder latch,

And he skims all the cream off the milk;

The callans he’ll bite and he’ll scratch,

And the brats of their boiley will bilk.

No farley to find him so fat,