IT was a hungry pussy cat, upon Thanksgiving morn, And she watched a thankful little mouse, that ate an ear of corn. "If I ate that little mouse, how thankful he should be, When he has made a meal himself, to make a meal for me; Then with his thanks for having fed, and his thanks for feeding me, With all HIS thankfulness inside, how thankful I shall be!" Thus mused the hungry pussy cat, upon Thanksgiving Day; But the little mouse had overheard and declined (with thanks) to stay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STREET LAMP by WILLIAM ROSE BENET LARABELLE: CANTO SECOND by LEVI BISHOP THE PATIENT WAYS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE CAELIA: SONNETS: 7 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) PAURA NON E NELLA CARITA by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE |