As she arched the whiskers over her eye,
“I’m ribboned, I sleep in a pillow of silk
And daily they bathe me in certified milk.”
“Yet we’re never contented with what we’ve got
I try to be happy, but happy I’m not.
And I should be joyful, I should, indeed,
For I certainly am highly pedigreed.”
“Cheer up,” said the Tom Cat, with a smile,
“And trust your new found friend a while.
You need to escape from your back yard fence;