Jun 17th, 2018

Author: donich_admin

Another Poem from the Cats

The cats wrote another poem for my Mum to cheer her up. They said they made it up entirely themselves, but I have a strange feeling I have heard bits of it before.

To A Mouse

Wee Sleeket cowran tim’rous beastie
How we’d love to catch and eat you.
If I were you I set off hasty
Wi’ bickering brattle
For we’d be on to rin an’ chase thee
Wi’ murd’ring prattle!

We truly have no sorrow for you
We do the things we that we are made for
God gave us claws and teeth to catch you
And make thee startle
Hard luck to thee earth-born companion
And fellow mortal

Though Mousie, thou art no alane
In proving foresight may be vain
The best laid schemes o’ cats it’s true
Gang aft agley
And left us naught but grief and pain
You got away.