Poor Puss, dear, lovely pretty puss,
Content at home to stay;
Thy pleasure's shown in gambol tricks
And loves to skip and play.
Grateful for every sup of milk,
And for every bit of meat;
Gives lively proof of gratitude
By singing while you eat.
See, how she cleans her sleeky skin!
A soil would prove a flow;
She licks her neck, her sides and back,
And don't forget her paw.