RICHARD VAUGHAN TO HIS CAT
(A Welsh Cavalier Ballad)
Most gentle of the long-tailed gentry,
Since here, a kitten, you made entry,
So far your walks have chiefly been
Between the kitchen and the pantry.
Your claws are keenly pointed, pussy,
Your eyes are green, your whiskers glossy;
Soft-footed on your prey you pounce,
You little, light-limbed, bouncing hussy.
No fowler with his hedgerow nettings
Can beat you at your feathered gettings;
And well with clever paw you fish,
Though little wish have you for wettings.
There's no immediate need for knowing
To whose good beard a lick is owing,
But at that beard don't take a turn
Down by Ydernion thickly flowing.
Stop playing, pussy, with that tassel!
And promise, like a royal vassal,
To be my messenger afar
Unto the lord of Harlech Castle...