Cat! who hast past thy grand climacteric,
How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy'd?--how many tit bits stolen? GazeWith those bright languid segments green and prickThose velvet ears--but pr'ythee do not stick Thy latent talons in me--and upraise Thy gentle mew--and tell me all thy fraysOf fish and mice, and rats and tender chick.Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists-- For all the wheezy asthma,--and for allThy tail's tip is nicked off--and though the fists Of many a maid have given thee many a maul,Still is that fur as soft as when the lists In youth thou enter'dst on glass-bottled wall.
