Good pastry is vended
In Cite Fadette,--
Madame Pons constructs splendid
_Brioche_ and _galette_!
Monsieur Pons is so fat that
He's laid on the shelf,--
Madame Pons had a cat that
Was fat as herself.
Long hair--soft as satin,--
A musical purr--
'Gainst the window she'd flatten
Her delicate fur.
Once I drove Lou to see what
Our neighbours were at,
When, in rapture, cried she, "What
An exquisite cat!
"What whiskers! She's purring
All over. A gale
Of contentment is stirring
Her feathery tail.
"Monsieur Pons, will you sell her?"--
"_Ma femme est sortie_,
Your offer I'll tell her,
But--will she?" says he.
Yet Pons was persuaded
To part with the prize!
(Our bargain was aided,
My Lou, by your eyes!)
From his _legitime_ save him--
My fate I prefer!
For I warrant she gave him
_Un mauvais quart d'heure_.
I'm giving a pleasant
Grimalkin to Lou,
--Ah, Puss, what a present
I'm giving to you!