The Kitten’s Garden
of Verses
To HAFIZ
Contents
Winter and Summer
In Winter when the air is
chill,
And winds are blowing loud and shrill,
All snug and warm I sit and purr,
Wrapped in my overcoat of fur.
And winds are blowing loud and shrill,
All snug and warm I sit and purr,
Wrapped in my overcoat of fur.
In Summer quite the other
way,
I find it very hot all day,
But Human People do not care,
For they have nice thin clothes to wear.
I find it very hot all day,
But Human People do not care,
For they have nice thin clothes to wear.
And does it not seem hard to
you,
When all the world is like a stew,
And I am much too warm to purr,
I have to wear my Winter Fur?
When all the world is like a stew,
And I am much too warm to purr,
I have to wear my Winter Fur?
Rain
The rain is raining
everywhere,
Kittens to shelter fly—
But Human Folk wear overshoes,
To keep their hind paws dry.
Kittens to shelter fly—
But Human Folk wear overshoes,
To keep their hind paws dry.
The Shadow Kitten
There’s a funny little kitten that tries
to look like me,
But though I’m round and fluffy, he’s as flat as flat can be;
And when I try to mew to him he never makes a sound,
And when I jump into the air he never leaves the ground.
But though I’m round and fluffy, he’s as flat as flat can be;
And when I try to mew to him he never makes a sound,
And when I jump into the air he never leaves the ground.
He has a way of growing, I don’t
understand at all.
Sometimes he’s very little and sometimes he’s very tall.
And once when in the garden when the sun came up at dawn
He grew so big I think he stretched half-way across the lawn.
Sometimes he’s very little and sometimes he’s very tall.
And once when in the garden when the sun came up at dawn
He grew so big I think he stretched half-way across the lawn.
Education
When People think that Kittens
play,
It’s really quite the other way.
For when they chase the Ball or Bobbin
They learn to catch a Mouse or Robin.
It’s really quite the other way.
For when they chase the Ball or Bobbin
They learn to catch a Mouse or Robin.
The Kitten, deaf to Duty’s
call,
Who will not chase the bounding ball,
A hungry Cathood will enjoy,
The scorn of Mouse and Bird and Boy.
Who will not chase the bounding ball,
A hungry Cathood will enjoy,
The scorn of Mouse and Bird and Boy.
A Thought
It’s very nice to think of
how
In every country lives a Cow
To furnish milk with all her might
For Kittens’ comfort and delight.
In every country lives a Cow
To furnish milk with all her might
For Kittens’ comfort and delight.
The Lion
The Lion does not move at
all,
Winter or Summer, Spring or Fall,
He does not even stretch or yawn,
But lies in silence on the lawn.
Winter or Summer, Spring or Fall,
He does not even stretch or yawn,
But lies in silence on the lawn.
He must be lazy it is plain,
For there is moss upon his mane,
And what is more, a pair of Daws
Have built a nest between his paws.
For there is moss upon his mane,
And what is more, a pair of Daws
Have built a nest between his paws.
Oh, Lazy Lion, big and brown,
This is no time for lying down!
The Sun is shining, can’t you see?
Oh, please wake up and play with me.
This is no time for lying down!
The Sun is shining, can’t you see?
Oh, please wake up and play with me.
The Milk Jug
The Gentle Milk Jug blue and
white
I love with all my soul,
She pours herself with all her might
To fill my breakfast bowl.
I love with all my soul,
She pours herself with all her might
To fill my breakfast bowl.
All day she sits upon the
shelf,
She does not jump or climb—
She only waits to pour herself
When ’tis my supper-time.
She does not jump or climb—
She only waits to pour herself
When ’tis my supper-time.
And when the Jug is empty
quite,
I shall not mew in vain,
The Friendly Cow, all red and white,
Will fill her up again.
I shall not mew in vain,
The Friendly Cow, all red and white,
Will fill her up again.
Happy Thought
The world is so full of a number of
Mice
I’m sure that we all should be happy and nice.
I’m sure that we all should be happy and nice.
Kitten’s Night Thought
When Human Folk put out the
light,
And think they’ve made it dark as night,
A Pussy Cat sees every bit
As well as when the lights are lit.
And think they’ve made it dark as night,
A Pussy Cat sees every bit
As well as when the lights are lit.
When Human Folk have gone
upstairs,
And shed their skins and said their prayers,
And there is no one to annoy,
Then Pussy may her life enjoy.
And shed their skins and said their prayers,
And there is no one to annoy,
Then Pussy may her life enjoy.
No Human hands to pinch or
slap,
Or rub her fur against the nap,
Or throw cold water from a pail,
Or make a handle of her tail.
Or rub her fur against the nap,
Or throw cold water from a pail,
Or make a handle of her tail.
And so you will not think it
wrong
When she can play the whole night long,
With no one to disturb her play,
That Pussy goes to bed by day.
When she can play the whole night long,
With no one to disturb her play,
That Pussy goes to bed by day.
The Puncture
When I was just a Kitten
small,
They gave to me a Rubber Ball
To roll upon the floor.
One day I tapped it with my paw
And pierced the rubber with my claw;
Now it will roll no more.
They gave to me a Rubber Ball
To roll upon the floor.
One day I tapped it with my paw
And pierced the rubber with my claw;
Now it will roll no more.
Good and Bad Kittens
Kittens, you are very little,
And your kitten bones are brittle,
If you’d grow to Cats respected,
See your play be not neglected.
And your kitten bones are brittle,
If you’d grow to Cats respected,
See your play be not neglected.
Smite the Sudden Spool, and
spring
Upon the Swift Elusive String,
Thus you learn to catch the wary
Mister Mouse or Miss Canary.
Upon the Swift Elusive String,
Thus you learn to catch the wary
Mister Mouse or Miss Canary.
That is how in Foreign Places
Fluffy Cubs with Kitten faces,
Where the mango waves sedately,
Grow to Lions large and stately.
Fluffy Cubs with Kitten faces,
Where the mango waves sedately,
Grow to Lions large and stately.
[Pg 24] But the
Kittencats who snatch
Rudely for their food, or scratch,
Grow to Tomcats gaunt and gory,—
Theirs is quite another story.
Rudely for their food, or scratch,
Grow to Tomcats gaunt and gory,—
Theirs is quite another story.
Cats like these are put away
By the dread S. P. C. A.,
Or to trusting Aunts and Sisters
Sold as Sable Muffs and Wristers.
By the dread S. P. C. A.,
Or to trusting Aunts and Sisters
Sold as Sable Muffs and Wristers.
Anticipation
When I grow up I mean to be
A Lion large and fierce to see.
I’ll mew so loud that Cook in fright
Will give me all the cream in sight.
And anyone who dares to say
“Poor Puss” to me will rue the day.
Then having swallowed him I’ll creep
Into the Guest Room Bed to sleep.
A Lion large and fierce to see.
I’ll mew so loud that Cook in fright
Will give me all the cream in sight.
And anyone who dares to say
“Poor Puss” to me will rue the day.
Then having swallowed him I’ll creep
Into the Guest Room Bed to sleep.
Foreign Kittens
Kittens large and Kittens
small,
Prowling on the Back Yard Wall,
Though your fur be rough and few,
I should like to play with you.
Though you roam the dangerous street,
And have curious things to eat,
Though you sleep in barn or loft,
With no cushions warm and soft,
Though you have to stay out-doors
When it’s cold or when it pours,
Though your fur is all askew—
How I’d like to play with you!
Prowling on the Back Yard Wall,
Though your fur be rough and few,
I should like to play with you.
Though you roam the dangerous street,
And have curious things to eat,
Though you sleep in barn or loft,
With no cushions warm and soft,
Though you have to stay out-doors
When it’s cold or when it pours,
Though your fur is all askew—
How I’d like to play with you!
The Joy Ride
When Mistress Peggy moves
around,
Her dresses make a mocking sound.
“You can’t catch me!” they seem to say—
I often steal a ride that way.
Her dresses make a mocking sound.
“You can’t catch me!” they seem to say—
I often steal a ride that way.
Facilis Ascensus
Up into the Cherry Tree,
Who should climb but little me,
With both my Paws I hold on tight,
And look upon a pleasant sight.
Who should climb but little me,
With both my Paws I hold on tight,
And look upon a pleasant sight.
There are the Gardens far
away,
Where little Foreign Kittens play,
And those queer specks of black and brown
Are naughty cats that live in Town.
Where little Foreign Kittens play,
And those queer specks of black and brown
Are naughty cats that live in Town.
And there among the tulips
red,
Where I may never lay my head,
I see the Cruel Gardener hoe
The baby weeds that may not grow.
Where I may never lay my head,
I see the Cruel Gardener hoe
The baby weeds that may not grow.
Now I climb down—“Oh dear,”—I
mew,
“Which end goes first—what shall I do?
Oh, good Kind Gardener, big and brown,
Please come and help this Kitten down.”
“Which end goes first—what shall I do?
Oh, good Kind Gardener, big and brown,
Please come and help this Kitten down.”
The Whole Duty of Kittens
When Human Folk at Table eat,
A Kitten must not mew for meat,
Or jump to grab it from the Dish,
(Unless it happens to be fish).
A Kitten must not mew for meat,
Or jump to grab it from the Dish,
(Unless it happens to be fish).
The Outing
My Bed is like a little Bark,
The hatch is battened down,
And in the basket cabin dark
I sail away from Town.
The hatch is battened down,
And in the basket cabin dark
I sail away from Town.
Now, when they lift the lid, a
scene
Of wonder meets my eyes,
Tall waving Feather-Dusters green,
That seem to touch the skies.
Of wonder meets my eyes,
Tall waving Feather-Dusters green,
That seem to touch the skies.
And over all the Ground is
spread
A Rug of Emerald sweet,
Most deep enough to hide my head
And tickly to my feet.
A Rug of Emerald sweet,
Most deep enough to hide my head
And tickly to my feet.
And here’s the Cow, calm-eyed stands
she,
The Genie of the Jug,
Beneath the Feather-Duster Tree,
And eats the Emerald Rug.
The Genie of the Jug,
Beneath the Feather-Duster Tree,
And eats the Emerald Rug.
The Puppy
The Puppy cannot mew or talk,
He has a funny kind of walk,
His tail is difficult to wag
And that’s what makes him walk zigzag.
He has a funny kind of walk,
His tail is difficult to wag
And that’s what makes him walk zigzag.
He is the Kitten of a Dog,
From morn till night he’s all agog—
Forever seeking something new
That’s good but isn’t meant to chew.
From morn till night he’s all agog—
Forever seeking something new
That’s good but isn’t meant to chew.
He romps about the Tulip bed,
And chews the Flowers white and red,
And when the Gardener comes to see
He’s sure to blame mamma or me.
And chews the Flowers white and red,
And when the Gardener comes to see
He’s sure to blame mamma or me.
[Pg 40] One game
that cannot ever fail
To please him is to chase his tail—
(To catch one’s tail, ’twixt me and you,
Is not an easy thing to do.)
To please him is to chase his tail—
(To catch one’s tail, ’twixt me and you,
Is not an easy thing to do.)
If he has not a pretty face
The Puppy’s heart is in its place.
I’m sorry he must grow into
A Horrid, Noisy Dog, aren’t you?
The Puppy’s heart is in its place.
I’m sorry he must grow into
A Horrid, Noisy Dog, aren’t you?
The Moon
The Moon is like a big round
cheese
That shines above the garden trees,
And like a cheese grows less each night,
As though some one had had a bite.
That shines above the garden trees,
And like a cheese grows less each night,
As though some one had had a bite.
The Mouse delights to nibble
cheese,
The Dog bites anything he sees—
But how could they bite off the Moon
Unless they went in a balloon?
The Dog bites anything he sees—
But how could they bite off the Moon
Unless they went in a balloon?
And Human People, when they
eat
They think it rude to bite their meat,
They use a Knife or Fork or Spoon;
Who is it then that bites the moon?
They think it rude to bite their meat,
They use a Knife or Fork or Spoon;
Who is it then that bites the moon?
The Golden Cat
Great is the Golden Cat who
treads
The Blue Roof Garden o’er our heads,
The never tired smiling One
That Human People call the Sun.
The Blue Roof Garden o’er our heads,
The never tired smiling One
That Human People call the Sun.
He stretches forth his paw at
dawn
And though the blinds are closely drawn
His claws peep through like Rays of Light,
To catch the fluttering Bird of Night.
And though the blinds are closely drawn
His claws peep through like Rays of Light,
To catch the fluttering Bird of Night.
He smiles into the Hayloft
dim
And the brown Hay smiles back at him,
And when he strokes the Earth’s green fur
He makes the Fields and Meadows purr.
And the brown Hay smiles back at him,
And when he strokes the Earth’s green fur
He makes the Fields and Meadows purr.
His face is one big Golden
smile,
It measures round, at least a mile—
How dull our World would be, and flat,
Without the Golden Pussy Cat.
It measures round, at least a mile—
How dull our World would be, and flat,
Without the Golden Pussy Cat.
An Inquiry
A Birdie cocked his little
head,
Winked his eye at me and said,
“Say, are you a Pussy Willer,
Or just a Kitty-Catty pillar?”
Winked his eye at me and said,
“Say, are you a Pussy Willer,
Or just a Kitty-Catty pillar?”
A Kitten’s Fancy
The Kitten mews outside the
Door,
The Cat-bird in the Tree,
The Sea-mew mews upon the Shore,
The Catfish in the Sea.
The Cat-bird in the Tree,
The Sea-mew mews upon the Shore,
The Catfish in the Sea.
The Emu with his feathers
queer
Is mewing in the Zoo.
Why is it that I never hear
A Pussy-willow mew?
Is mewing in the Zoo.
Why is it that I never hear
A Pussy-willow mew?
In Darkest Africa
At evening when the lamp is
lit,
The tired Human People sit
And doze, or turn with solemn looks
The speckled pages of their books.
The tired Human People sit
And doze, or turn with solemn looks
The speckled pages of their books.
Then I, the Dangerous Kitten,
prowl
And in the Shadows softly growl,
And roam about the farthest floor
Where Kitten never trod before.
And in the Shadows softly growl,
And roam about the farthest floor
Where Kitten never trod before.
And, crouching in the jungle
damp,
I watch the Human Hunter’s camp,
Ready to spring with fearful roar
As soon as I shall hear them snore.
I watch the Human Hunter’s camp,
Ready to spring with fearful roar
As soon as I shall hear them snore.
[Pg 52] And then
with stealthy tread I crawl
Into the dark and trackless hall,
Where ’neath the Hat-tree’s shadows deep
Umbrellas fold their wings and sleep.
Into the dark and trackless hall,
Where ’neath the Hat-tree’s shadows deep
Umbrellas fold their wings and sleep.
A cuckoo calls—and to their
dens
The People climb like frightened hens,
And I’m alone—and no one cares
In Darkest Africa—down stairs.
The People climb like frightened hens,
And I’m alone—and no one cares
In Darkest Africa—down stairs.
The Dog
The Dog is black or white or
brown
And sometimes spotted like a clown.
He loves to make a foolish noise
And Human Company enjoys.
And sometimes spotted like a clown.
He loves to make a foolish noise
And Human Company enjoys.
The Human People pat his head
And teach him to pretend he’s dead,
And beg, and fetch and carry too;
Things that no well-bred Cat will do.
And teach him to pretend he’s dead,
And beg, and fetch and carry too;
Things that no well-bred Cat will do.
At Human jokes, however
stale,
He jumps about and wags his tail,
And Human People clap their hands
And think he really understands.
He jumps about and wags his tail,
And Human People clap their hands
And think he really understands.
[Pg 56] They say
“Good Dog” to him. To us
They say “Poor Puss,” and make no fuss.
Why Dogs are “good” and Cats are “poor”
I fail to understand, I’m sure.
They say “Poor Puss,” and make no fuss.
Why Dogs are “good” and Cats are “poor”
I fail to understand, I’m sure.
To Someone very Good and
Just,
Who has proved worthy of her trust,
A Cat will sometimes condescend—
The Dog is Everybody’s friend.
Who has proved worthy of her trust,
A Cat will sometimes condescend—
The Dog is Everybody’s friend.
The Game
Watching a ball on the end of a
string,
Watching it swing back and to,
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a Kitten can do.
Watching it swing back and to,
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a Kitten can do.
First it goes this way, then it goes
that,
Just like a bird on the wing.
And all of a tremble I crouch on the mat
Like a Lion, preparing to spring.
Just like a bird on the wing.
And all of a tremble I crouch on the mat
Like a Lion, preparing to spring.
And now with a terrible deafening
mew,
Like a Tiger I leap on my prey,
And just when I think I have torn it in two
It is up in the air and away.
Like a Tiger I leap on my prey,
And just when I think I have torn it in two
It is up in the air and away.
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