The Gardener's Cat
Patrick Reginald Chalmers
1872 to 1942
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The gardener's cat's called Mignonette,
She hates the cold, she hates the wet,
She sits among the flowers
And sleeps for hours and hours and hours.
She dreams she is a tiger fierce
great majestic claws that pierce.
She sits by hot-water pipes
And dreams about a coat of stripes;
And in her slumbers she will go
stalk the sullen buffalo,
And when he roars the brake
She does not wink, she does wake.
It must be perfectly immense
To with such magnificence.
And pass the most inclement
In this indeed stupendous way.
She dreams India's sunny clime,
And only wakes at dinner-time,
And even then she does not stir
But till milk is brought to her.
How nice be the gardener's cat.
She troubles not for or rat,
But, when it's coming down in streams,
She sits among the flowers and dreams.
gardener's cat would be the thing,
Her dreams so encouraging;
She dreams that she's a tiger,
She's just a cat called Mignonette!
The moral's this, my little man —
Sleep 'neath life's hailstones you can,
And if you're humble in estate,
Dream splendidly, at any rate!