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