The other night while we lay musing, and our weary brain confusing o'er the topics of the day,
Suddenly we heard a rattling, as of serious hosts a-battling, as they mingled in the fray.
"What is that?" we cried, upstarting, and into the darkness darting, slap! we ran against the door.
"Oh , 'tis nothing," Edward grumbled, as o'er a huge armchair we stumbled, "'tis a bug and nothing more."
Then said we, our anger rising (for we thought it so surprising that a bug should thus offend)—
"Do you think a small insect, sir, thus would all the air infect, sir? No, 'tis not a bug, my friend.
Now, becoming sorely frightened, round our waist our pants we tightened, and put on our coat and hat—
When into the darkness peering, we saw with trembling and much fearing, the glaring eyes of Thomas Cat.