One two, One two,
Does step betwixt the drops of dew,
And leaves of fall that fall anew,
Upon the earth's wide span.
Daintily, her whiskers lift,
To kindly address the morn,
"Good day, kind sir, how do you fare,
On this brand new day just born?"
"Alas, I do grow colder,
And the night quickly doth close in,
My days are getting shorter,
those which you live within."
"But fret I do not,
For I know there are those,
So kind as yourself,
Who standing there every morn,
Does inquire as to my health."
"To kind are you, M'lady Pussycat,
I bid you a good day,
For the sparrows do twitter merrily,
And I must be on my way."
"Adieu, good sir,
Do gaze upon me,
Throughout this soft fall day,
And peer upon my doings from above,
And see that I behave."
M'lady Pussycat,
One two, one two,
Does step out into the day anew,
Whiskers spread and tail heald high,
Her friend, the sun, watching from the sky.
He smiles with pride in his old age,
As he watches, he holds no rage,
But cares dearly for his little friend,
M'lady Pussycat,
Who loves him, to no end.
By and Copyright to Jessica Venar
I've been looking for someone like you,
Someone with a head like yours,
And a torso too,
Birds sing,
And you're gonna pay,
THE END!!