Cat

Some one saw a pussycat

And lured her to my door

With a bowl of breakfast milk,

And she came back for more.

 

She was a lovely creature

With soft and cuddly fur

That anyone who saw her

Could not but adore.

 

And she had admirers

Of her own ilk

With whom she soon was wont to

Share my breakfast milk.

 

But some one will regret it

When next she sees my face,

For the smell of cats' Malacca

Is all around the place.