Languid as I lay purring on that bough

Ruffling my fur, feeling fur breeze blowsy

Dozing not sleeping,  little creatures stirring

Muzzling not my yawn, excuse the fishy fawn

Of last night's supper. And now to kip, alas I slip

birds twittering to my chagrin

oh faugh faugh faugh

My claws, my paws, my jaws - mia ow meow

soon fading in the dusk my handsome grin

into that curs net - o quelle noire bete

must i be skinned by foul hunter, my death

...but wait...

i see a little mouse, a little mouse

doing the fandango

mighty it might be - to help me

it could bite me free...then be a bite for me

but how lazuli my lapis eyes do gleam

while i sing the blues oh yes it rhymes with

the obvious

on that will poets write reams

of doggerel