When I think upon this fable,
Of which the narration is false,
And the sense true;
It puts me much in mind
Of authors not a few,
Who boast that they are able
To write on any subject as they please,
And after all--do nothing.
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[Illustration]
THE CAT METAMORPHOSED INTO
A WOMAN.
A man was passionately fond of his cat,
He thought she was pretty, and sleek, and all that;
And she purred in the softest tone,
He wished to make her his own.
This man by prayers, by tears,
By sorcery and charms,
Changed pussy to a woman fair,
And took her in his arms.
But in the wainscot soon a rat
Made itself manifest,
And very soon the pussy cat,
Could still no longer rest.
Her foolish husband who believed
That nothing had of cat remained,
And as his wife had her received--
Was, now, I warrant, somewhat pained.
Next time the vermin came,
Pussy was surer of her game--
For having changed her face,
The mice not frightened,
Did not change their pace--
And the astonished spouse
Was very glad--
To change her back--
And was no more cat-mad.