I. <br />A cat in distress, <br />Nothing more, nor less; <br />Good folks, I must faithfully tell ye, <br />As I am a sinner, <br />It waits for some dinner <br />To stuff out its own little belly. <br /> <br />II. <br />You would not easily guess <br />All the modes of distress <br />Which torture the tenants of earth; <br />And the various evils, <br />Which like so many devils, <br />Attend the poor souls from their birth. <br /> <br />III. <br />Some a living require, <br />And others desire <br />An old fellow out of the way; <br />And which is the best <br />I leave to be guessed, <br />For I cannot pretend to say. <br /> <br />IV. <br />One wants society, <br />Another variety, <br />Others a tranquil life; <br />Some want food, <br />Others, as good, <br />Only want a wife. <br /> <br />V. <br />But this poor little cat <br />Only wanted a rat, <br />To stuff out its own little maw; <br />And it were as good <br />SOME people had such food, <br />To make them HOLD THEIR JAW!<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/verses-on-a-cat/
