IN HONOUR OF TAFFY TOPAZ

Taffy, the topaz-coloured cat,

Thinks now of this and now of that,

But chiefly of his meals.

Asparagus, and cream, and fish,

Are objects of his Freudian wish;

What you do n't give, he steals.

His gallant heart is strongly stirred

By clink of plate or flight of bird,

He has a plumy tail;

At night he treads on stealthy pad

As merry as Sir Galahad

A-seeking of the Grail.

His amiable amber eyes

Are very friendly, very wise;

Like Buddha, grave and fat,

He sits, regardless of applause,

And thinking, as he kneads his paws,

What fun to be a cat!