Once upon a Tuesday morning,
it was early, day was dawning.
I looked outside to see
what kind of day t’was going to be.
Dearie me, oh fancy that,
there I saw a dancing cat.
This was very strange to see,
no one saw it, only me.
A twist, a glide, a pirouette,
it was a sight I shan’t forget
Dancing, prancing leaping high,
he danced alone beneath the sky.
A brilliant scarlet shirt he wore,
of finest silk from Bangalore.
His dancing shoes of patent leather
fit only for the finest weather.
His trousers were of forest green,
quite the tightest I had ever seen
Dearie me, oh fancy that
on his head was a bowler hat.
As he danced ‘twas plain to see
he was dancing just for me.
He stopped and gave a little bow,
and vanished with a single meow
I woke in bed I’m sad to say
that this had been my mind at play.
Things aren’t always what they seem
it was a lovely, lovely dream.
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