Dave is quite a little cat <br />With slender tail and stomach fat; <br />Who looks at this, <br />Who looks at that, <br />And swings on curtains thick and thin <br />And never thinks that this is sin. <br /> <br />He digs in flower-pots with much zest, <br />A cat-like form of subtle jest; <br />He opens doors with gentle paw, <br />But how its done I'm still not sure. <br /> <br />His banshee calls can make one quail <br />Unless there's water in the pail; <br />But, all in all, we get on well, <br />Or that's the story Dave does tell.<br /><br />Mill Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gen-dave/
