THE CATS.

Te Aroha News, Volume II, Issue 97, 11 April 1885, Page 5

THE CATS.

Hear the warbling of the catsMerry cats! Oh, I love to hear the music of their midnight spats ! And they waltz around and frisk all, In the icy air of night, In a way so weird and brisk all, While their shapely tails they whisk all With a Catalino delightKeeping time with thoir tails, Like a lot of Runic flails, To the concat-contentation, sung in sundry sharps and flats, Of a canticle on rats, Rats, rats, rats, RateTo a wild carnivorous canticle on rats ! Hear the turbulent Tom cats. Daddy cats ! How the catapultic bootjack interrupts their fiendish chats ! In the darkness of the night. How their ghoulish outcries smite Portland flats ! From their catacoiutic i bloats An intense Cataphonic ditty floats To the turtle cat that gloats On the fence !— Ah, the tabby cat that listens, while she gloats, To the surging cataclysm of their wild, catarrhal notes ! Hear the hoarse grandfather catsAXed cats ! How they make us long to grasp a score of rattling good oriokoats ! They have caught a bad catarrh, Cata wauling at the moon ! (See it ? Caught a bad cat R !) You may hear them from afar. Roll it like a British R, Out of tune. In a clamorous appealing to the aged tabby cat. In a futile, mad appealing to the deaf, old tabby cat ! Shrieking higher, higher, higher, Like a demon in a fireWhile the little kitten catsInfant catsSing an emulous, sweet ditty of their love for mice and rats ? That's I Butarudimental spasm of the capers of the cats

— lfrom the " Omaha Herald."