I often wonder of the cat
Who was tricked by the rat
How he must be lonely and bitter
Of not being with his zodiac brethren.
Yet I wonder of the cat
Where next to the pharaoh's throne he sat
A symbol of protection and benevolence
The cats who ate the granary rats.
And still I wonder of the cat
Who the French have dubbed le chat
Who lives in human houses
And is fed food from a can.
I wonder of the cat
Who had grow peaceful and fat
Who hunts on padded paws
And drinks fresh milk form a bowl.
I contemplate of the cat, the creature that it is
And wonder why it is what it is.
