The Angora Cat

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!