164 THE OLD MAID, THE CAT, 
Yet women are a loving race, 
And still keep loving on, 
So pussy now supplied the place 
Of once dear Celadon. 
One lackless day, poor pussy lay, 
The cares of morning done, . 
And scarce could keep herself from sleep 
While basking in the sun. 
When lo !—now mark me, when a LO! 
Like this appears in verse, 
You may be sure some dreadful woe 
We ’re going to rehearse. 
A dog, an idle, naughty dog, 
(All idle dogs are naughty, ) 
Spied pussy lying like a log— 
‘ And now I have her,’ thought he. 
The cat her morning nap who took, 
And little dreamt of evil, 
Jump’d up and look’d as—you would look, 
If you should see the devil. | 
And soon the least discerning eyes 
The consequence might tell, 
For Towser’s back began to rise, 
And pussy’s tail to swell. 
They growl’d and spit like any thing, 
And most like man and wife ; 
But soon the weaker took to wing, 
And fled th’ unequal strife. 
