I sat on my fat cat

Until it was flat

After that 

I fed my flat cat 

A rat and a bat 

Until my cat was fat

Oh Cat, 

How you never fail to intrigue me,

Never fail to amuse me.

Oh Cat, 

How I love the secret language

You write on everything.

Oh Cat, 

Thank you for guarding me

From the monsters under my bed.

Oh Cat,

How I love your eager greeting

Each time I trudge through the door.

Oh Cat, 

Thank you for your wake-up call

Replacing my alarm clock each morning

Oh Cat,

No matter how annoying you may seem,

I will always love these little things.

Two mustache in the face,

And sorry I could not wear both

And be one sexy, long I stood

And looked down as far I could

To where it bent at lip;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it bushy and want wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally long

In piles no hair had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how shave leads on to shave,

I doubted if it should ever grow back.

I telling this con suspiro

Somewhere days and days hence:

Two mustache diverged by choice, and I—

I took the one less bushy,

And dis made all the difference.