THE TORTOISESHELL CAT
The tortoiseshell cat
She sits on the mat,
As gay as a sunflower she;
In orange and black you see her blink,
And her waistcoat's white and her nose is pink,
And her eyes are green of sea.
But all is vanity, all the way;
Twilight coming and close of day,
And every cat in the twilight's gray,
Every possible cat.
The tortoiseshell cat,
She is smooth and fat,
And we call her josephine,
Because she weareth upon her back,
This coat of colours, this raven black,
This red of the tangerine;
But all is vanity, all the way;
Twilight follows the bright day,
And every cat in the twilight's gray.
Every possible cat.
by
PUNCH
not mine just one I found
